The Absence of Wavelength and Sight

Making Peace With It, Lacking Negotiator

I cannot say nothing, nor anything. Let’s give more words proper burial beneath the unmarked

As yet, squinting

Some Poet With His Words:

I took 2 big handfuls of life, spat on each —
then threw to ground to boot-stomp-snuff out.
What does it mean? Shrug.
These thoughts of words that rumble in and out
I decide to not ignore, write down, but
not follow  further to flesh out because
the composition no more needs to stand
before what’s loosely termed audience because
there is no true interaction among writers when
a soul that could share empathy for others has yet
been visualized, material, with regard for contributions,
once called content,
as it is just a pile of this now, which
I could stand over to direct watch a decay,
death feign melding with her,
insoluble postulates pooling
with its own filth ignorance in dirt.

It’s proof — of lies lacking/truth existence
in the charade forced to live, to comply, or
be out here inside viewing a filmy mirror of myself
in missed givings. Not going near
why did you have me mom? as the
unplanned glue that kept a 45-year union together.
Inconceivable amid the ill-conceived
— this once happy idiot —
before met by the gift of little brother.

Am I a lone survivor, hobo, with
a corner chair reclining in temperant housing?
Shrug. Is that what I was trying to convey cryptically?
Sorry. All out of shrugs. Have to
bird tail these things now,
give each estate a note before finding a shovel.


5.2.25

Waking from a loosely-termed 10-hour nap, rumpled and winkled. Yup, gag on it Apple. My glasses are missing, BTDubs and without…wrote without.

We got her all dressed up in this ML, before saying some words before lowering in this hole, lacking editor mortician.

This not contempt, nor death, since neither can exist in perpetuity.
Ask a lawyer. Consult the interjecting, brainwashed AI.
It was unable to attend services, too busy answering but not learning.

I know eye rolls of cowardice. Share a thought with ‘class’? Loud enough so we can all learn.
Where’s wisdom but taste-testing its lolly-pops, as gums rot teeth into their own decay.

What could be more blissfully stupid? Plenty. Rhetorical. One-word debates aside, delusion and deluders among ignorance wax on until passersby, hesitation, then continue like old hens, as intended be.
‘It is what it is’ and nowhere near c’est la vie.

“As Public As A Frog” (owned, it’s just accounts from a genealogist)
A book my grandfather, I was told, reviled, and wrote one of his own that was burned post mortem in a fire (w things died) by my Catholic Aunt Mary, making my dad upset. I never learned of its contents. Grandpa is urban legend, and I’m cut from a cloth that skips a generation. It’s my nightmare too, lived. Yet, sweetly I slumber with the best visions that cure the addled head.

Signed,

Cereal Killer
Back to the word store for Alphabets

Tonight! Murder of the English language. We bring you shocking details…

What? Of a world gone mad? Who refuses your pity and will make sure you know it, manipulative…?? Mmph, mmph…

{In other news today…

*lurks*

Not cute anymore…


Disclaimer— the sentiments above were acted out
*bows* knowingly

Defense team happy to witness for the prosecution, once Barney gets that bullet out of his pocket.
Did your mother dress you?

More lines rumbling, who knows? *shrug*

Now, where are those glasses.