A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
A GROUNDBREAKING ADVANCEMENT IN THE FIELD OF OBSOLESCENCE Me Every damn day Then, mothballs Unzip Return heroically, again Get stapled to wall Work all day to free myself relentlessly Fly into the ceiling fan fall pick myself up Say, 'Aha! You didn't foil me that time.' Look at watch and yawn Back to the mothball haven 10 hours later pour two black cups sweeten, add cream chug chug chug off i go on adventure splat! This’ll take a little longer So on and so forth It goes like that i marvel at life what it throws at me Doesn't know i return every damn day pelted by rain stung by sleet fluffed by flakes frozen in gales zip up tighter trudge move my iron shovel move a mountain move a heavy frame enter the inner portal warm, again sing in steam shower dry binge forgotten television stop wondering about existentialism for a few hours Fatalistic? Bed try to sleep write write write stuff like this until my eyes... should i? no sleep wake Some days, remind we forget the mothballs still bound about a planet aim for sky trip, fall pick ourselves up don't care if anyone sees but try something less dangerous crossword spend day in bed back in head write again dream write more fantasize write into a corner something too long for any printed publication outmoded in 15 minutes time delusion? no, pretty sure it's not Incredible i can do all this and have time for more in(s)anity Don't see very well — judgment shaming shunning or is it paranoia? nope just indifference maybe, gaslighting i can accept i'm average keep leaping over higher and higher mounts pull tall ships from harbor to sea chug chug chug-a-lug-gug-gug write write write mothballs zip sleep...perchance... coda ~ you think you can manipulate and control me, life? watch what i do duck and slide move to side Throw your worst at me don't care if I live or die i'm as valueless at birth as i will be below the womb in dirt Be careful of my loved ones they profit from my demise more space in the mothball tent less of my words to eat. 11.4.22 Hello, non-existant publisher? Oh, yeah. It's just a lighted wall with very low wattage. Plug me in?? I only mean this in the most expressive of senses. I don't live with disregard but respect. In defense of the death benefit portion of policy. |