One of the first articles I read this morning was on the
mourning habits of the marmoset. This chunk leapt out at me:
…several months after her death, the male disappeared from the marmoset group, never to be seen again.
And gave chase
Looping over and…
Like how every pop and shush
of steam from the coffee maker
is nestled in woven loops of
never to be heard of again
Maybe that’s why I never made that second cup.
I mean, fuck—out pops a clown:
if all I get out of it is grief,
why should I even turn you on,
oh ye coffee pot o’ doom!
That was close wasn’t it.
You can always count on a clown,
though, ride in last minute,
keep you alive another day.
The lone survivor of the ambush and subsequent tortures suffered survivor’s guilt and post traumatic stress disorder for his remaining days. Mostly in bed waiting to hear from an ally.
Solace never came. No trust or hope now. Just ruin. Ruin and decay. And one lone broken poet spreading the story, but leaving off the ending—he will have none think ill of his only ally.
This means more time to do things we really enjoy. ~ Business Insider
She is dragged from her car and revitalized.
She takes her place on the assembly line.
She will sleep on the drive home.
Phew, I need to come up for a bit. It’s getting bleak up in here.
Warning still holds, and I’m still working on The Project, I need to back down a little, gain my bearings, write some happier stuff.
Oh, I’m all for cutting until it bleeds… but I also have to look out for myself. It’s frighteningly easy to get sucked up into poemspace and never come out; not so appealing.
I’ll try to weave a scaffolding of humor and delight to hang from while producing this harsh art.
Oh, Jesus Christ! If you read all these poems
wrongly and concluded I’m Fine and Dandy,
it is the wrong conclusion!
Go the other way with it.
The opposite of Fine!
The opposite of Dandy!
Exasperated At You! Date April 11, 2014 Author
I had a hard time titling this one. here are some of the
trees that didn’t make it:
I'm Exasperated By/At You!
I'm Exasperated At Your…
oh dear radiance wishful thinking! I'm Exasperated at you
oh dear Radiance and your wishful thinking Exasperated I am!
at your Radiance's wishful thinking!
Tip the reporter
Cat Stevens hangs on with
my favorite album, but Dance by Mutabaruka is my favorite song.
I embedded this one because cool slideshow, here’s one that doesn’t run forty-five seconds over.
cause out of de music comes de tinkin of de mind
an’ de people move on leavin nothin behind
de laughter an’ pain become as one
like de action of our ancestors risin from de lan’