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A girl in athletic gear bounded up the walkway to a derelict indisposed. I watched her bend over a vagrant, hover closely over him, speaking to him as if trying to rouse an intimate friend. Fruitless efforts to incite motivation. There were gimmicks, rolls, murmurs, coughs, cackling, bitching and moaning. There were people watching people people-watching, digesting, and the on and off again diatribes against the virtue of being nice. There were those in philanthropic costume trading art for your age, those with clipboards that registered the palms of voters past. Some were vying for your attention and some hoping you never acknowledge their presence.
In this space abound with energy I find myself undergoing a mild sensory overdose trying to cultivate an inauspicious attitude. I am imbued with irritation. I failed to adjust. Chain A and franchise B have not enough room in too much manufactured ambiance. After three laps around the track, I’m finally offered a shred of reprieve and just when I start click-clacking it’s already time to uproot myself and move on to be another person in line who can cross one more thing off a never-ending to-do list.
Whiskey. Willie. Your god damned hanging on.
You look at empty spaces just as you look at me.
Nothing. Then Someth … No. Nothing.
Go on. Go. Please.
For your loving wife.
For your daughter. On the edge of a cliff.
For you. Most of all. For you.
To death, Father. To death.
I love you. To death.
No affliction is so great
As the twisting tight
Of a bed without your lover.
Her slippers by the door
A strand of her hair resting on the empty pillow
The nest of blankets often put to the side
now wrap me in my solitude.
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Lurching, suspended over chill depths,
I ponder my monolith.
Smooth and warm and heaven to touch, my monolith
Housed in […]
A girl in athletic gear bounded up the walkway to a derelict indisposed. I watched her bend over a vagrant, hover closely over him, speaking to him as if trying to rouse an intimate friend. Fruitless efforts to incite motivation. There were gimmicks, rolls, murmurs, coughs, cackling, bitching and moaning. There were people watching people […]