Memories float
Warm and bright
Rough texture of shag carpet
Snuggly dog before mundane school days
Secure and comfortable
Life among the living room
In the box, between the binding, or in the bit
These and more
Sediment layer or tree rings
The definition and shape of my foundation
Known to me in something below language
Felt not in cold resolution but in blurry sincere sentiment
All this between the
Hazy swell of breath
Tired and drunk
Marinading in the serenity of
Thoughts uncountable and feelings immeasurable
The messy swampy soup of life and change
All to know
The universe in a sentence
All to know
Never finished but one day done
All to know
All for love
Nothing greater
Nothing more
Saturday, December 17, 2022
Modern Art
They say the universe died 13.7 billion years ago
It splattered and speckled the void like a bullet through the head, painting the walls in various shades of Jackson Pollock
But its a big thing the universe and we're so very small
Some days you may feel it
The slow stretching pain screaming out in silent agony in resonance with the strings of existence
Maybe some day those stars will blink out
But you won't know it all you know is it goes and goes and goes and goes
It splattered and speckled the void like a bullet through the head, painting the walls in various shades of Jackson Pollock
But its a big thing the universe and we're so very small
Some days you may feel it
The slow stretching pain screaming out in silent agony in resonance with the strings of existence
Maybe some day those stars will blink out
But you won't know it all you know is it goes and goes and goes and goes
Accidents in Mitsein
Whats the point in writing if no one will read it?
Yada yada self expression and personal refinement and revelation. Its hollow, theres nothing there. I know.you liked your story but beyond that.
Its not a poem, just don't touch me
You think your innocent but your eyes burn like fires
Tiger tiger
I you say I am a yam than I am a yam
)
I do not ache I bleed
Words words words
Yada yada self expression and personal refinement and revelation. Its hollow, theres nothing there. I know.you liked your story but beyond that.
Its not a poem, just don't touch me
You think your innocent but your eyes burn like fires
Tiger tiger
I you say I am a yam than I am a yam
)
I do not ache I bleed
Words words words
Love your Sons
Boys don't get anxiety
Cut your tongue out and die inside
Walk on egg shells?
Try hopscotch with landmines
Hurt so deep but walk it off
Its all a bluff and always was
Cut your tongue out and die inside
Walk on egg shells?
Try hopscotch with landmines
Hurt so deep but walk it off
Its all a bluff and always was
Guts of Leviathan
The world is big and the world is old and it is falling apart always
But in the guts of Leviathan life still happens
And here we live under rust, in the grime and in the grit
Wrapping festered wounds and shuffling on
Ashen faces, peering eyes, unknown pieces in a murky sight
The cold cold isolation of it all
We live to stay alive
We cling to scraps to get us by
When things are bad we clutch at straws
And when their not its nice to breathe
Tick tock goes the clock and another day has gone
Such is life with the old machines
But in the guts of Leviathan life still happens
And here we live under rust, in the grime and in the grit
Wrapping festered wounds and shuffling on
Ashen faces, peering eyes, unknown pieces in a murky sight
The cold cold isolation of it all
We live to stay alive
We cling to scraps to get us by
When things are bad we clutch at straws
And when their not its nice to breathe
Tick tock goes the clock and another day has gone
Such is life with the old machines
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