there’s something in
those first harsh hits
that make you pause,
press at the darkness
and think whatsyerdoin
flanked both sides like that
the dull ache cleaves you
from your rightful lands
for a brick
whatsyerdoin without brick
There were warning signs
Mowed on the diagonal, for one,
shoulda known something then
not only diagonal but hockey sticks
musta been trying prove a point
Like hockey sticks don’t lie
It’ll make you reconsider
“Didn’t think them one of us,
but had the good sense to disable
the guard”, says Stump,
the one handed,
with the eyepatch.
And a limp.
We’ll see how it breaks
I changed the category Observations to Pronouncements, because I’m tied of the weak and easy ego strokes, the ineffectual cries, and the pandering to mystery that make up the days observance.
a lonesome truth from the trail
if you don’t feel naked without a notebook
you ain’t doing it right