Send More Agony!

This entry is part 6 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

“Thanks for the bliss,
send more agony!”
the merry one cried
stumbling into place
along side the junkies
looking for their muse.

Fine Edge

This entry is part 7 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

By the slimmest of margins this is either a disaster or it’s antonym, that thing I have no word for.

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Even the Poem is Transitory

This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

You have to exit poemspace sometimes.
If you wanna do anything else.

The cat thing coexist

This entry is part 9 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

I can share the land with the cat. It can have the sunbeams and the cover of tall grass. It can have the mice and the grasshoppers.

I don’t have to try to make it comfortable, or befriend it, or coo over it. It seems happy, skinny as fuck, but happy.

It doesn’t need a name or a rank or any other external validation. It only needs to hunt and rest. It’s free to share the land.

I remember it being born

Happy

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Undrafted, February 2015

Every time I hear bagpipes and locomotives I want to rewrite The Wind Cries Mary.

It’s always a joy and a disappointment. I am calmed and washed over with love for all sentient beings, secure in the knowledge that the Wind Cried Mary. But disappointment soon sets in when I feel hindered to experience my own distance.

Bagpipes and locomotives
I can hear in the distance.
Rolling on their way to you maybe now you can’t see them but you sigh and they disappear into the muck of a clouded mind until which time they are resurrected by the unseen and unknown forces of a time and a place.

Bagpipes and locomotives I can a’hear in the distance.