of pulsating flowers;
touched by sweetness
at full bloom.
That great idea sparkled,
imagining a self that is beyond oneself,
though alike all others,
Where breathing air is a miracle
of filling a mass, and seeing for sight
a mechanism viewed, not closely near to being understood,
And flesh and bone, a false creationism,
one of God, of man—of both alike;
the muse so exactly measured,
so detailed and defined and primed.
To discuss it would be off topic.
So, let’s cut to the chase.
Realism in truth, no “isms” could deduce it
to reasons or plainness, or a way to prove it in ways.
There is nothing and everything all at once, just waiting, just waking,
and this time it is just you who steps out of the front door to go.
where gin drinks made wet rings upon wooden floors,
as open windows became sirens ringing in my ears.
And sweet taste on the tongue
takes a person far; a lemon drop atomic bomb,
here and gone as Hiroshima.
Today is made up of
and some trivial thought
and cognitive dissonance…
We love for the time, the moment to pass,
the time we sit and wait, we must hate.
Tomorrow didn’t come yesterday.
Never a gripe to regret,
never a sound to forget,
to the blind eye all gore is beauty,
to the deaf cacophony is glory.
Minutes make up days, as pennies do dollars.
Do you walk on by
or pick up and try?
Do you watch close the shtick,
or see the second-hand tick?
Prefixed we sit,
to sat at that,
a breakfast table slow,
and a radio loud,
a thought at mind:
no more cages.
Gone with smoke, I am last year’s joke,
last month’s hope,
and tomorrow’s unattainable dreams.
Now people eat trash,
like whose hands did grace it,
the name makes the food,
and the food tastes much better.
O’ Southeast in you do me;
my body feels the cold
while the waxy hung sun bites
my dry little face.
Laced up and tied down;
we brought the wine,
we brought the rye,
we brought the hateful words,
and the back-pats too—good friends,
Parts of me, are parts of we,
just in between;
on a walk an old car goes by,
it is another with another
where do they go right now?
I am right here.
My God is
Today I woke up next to someone I love,
I walked into the kitchen to feed the cat.
After that, I took a shower, a shit, and brushed my teeth;
Today has been pretty remarkable already.
Thou shall not behead Anyone, ever.
Thou shall not use the “Lord’s” name in vain.
Thou shall not wage Wars in my honor.
Thou shall not Believe in fictitious “Gods”.
Questions for Asking:
If I exist,
Can you see me?
If I am all-seeing,
Can you see me?
Do you see what I mean?
One hour of purposeful free writing
Had turned to my life portioned in words.
After a second read I knew it was shit,
Moments later the rhyme was absurd.