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Category: Weekly Memory
You say Tuesday night: I say toe-curled cliff
Wrapped in a weird version Of someone else’s broken cowboy-blues, With no vindication to be had (or brought to) – By exposing another’s crippled coiled lies: Is perseverance’s elastic passage cleared (we hope) To devour interloper’s base insert assertions? Or, does blind despotic dominance’s mico-immediacy acquisition Annihilate all well-intentioned macro-foundational goals Through His-Story’s first come, […]
No Matter How You Frame It – You Are It
An out-of-place feeling This evening possesses: A particular quiet calm Made only capable Within its peculiar wetness During early October nights. Or is it this still in/tact holiday? The one that divides all manners Into rights and wrongs By individuals with too much time, Or, at the very least, In dire need of a hobby. […]
Can we still say the “g” word?
For some reason It is hard for me to see That you also see The ingredients That compose my soul. And I have no choice (seemingly – at this point) But to link Said soul-content-observations To co-dependent symptomatology. For this thought Within this thought Candid and clear Yet unnoticed with guise Drifts to the forefront. […]
dirty ointment trash shoes
The ointment is still on And I find no joy (it brings me no solace) To be the one Who leaves your shoes On the dirty ground Outside the trash Of the Lost and Found. My hat pulled low With black socks And painted high waters To disguise Who I do not want you to […]
Two Bridges Made in Trenton
Absolve yourself from Charlatan certainty – So difficult to un- wet baptismal skin. (Who are you – in reverse?) Bathe in the Gray Sea: its ambivalent waters fuel contentment’s slow-steady burn. How does one channel mind-soul’s intent-ful beauty absent of self? I am not certain
Empty…Sapped…Yaaaawn
The machine un-greased creeks like aged floorboards. The fruit tree reaches for the brilliant sun: its plump fruit seeps juice from smashing the earth. Neither have backs or hips, they avoid those spiritual pains.
The Only Person You Have to Fool is You
America is being washed with curdled buttermilk and turpentine – Casein chunks backfill the moral pockmarks of the deluded dissolute. No need to wrap one’s skin around a bullet over the matter. Have you seen a Blobfish? Their existence can challenge anyone’s perception of reality. It is comforting to view earth as it is – […]
NOW ITS YOUR TURN
I Elroy, an elder, walks out the heavy metal entrance door of the non-profit substance and mood disorder facility in response to screeching sirens – two fire engines and two police cars situate themselves in both directions under the high bridge appropriately nicknamed (particularly is this situation) suicide bridge: this occurs as I walk through […]
