Eating is palliative care
keeping you alive for another day
but I guess you probably don’t think about it that way
why would you?
Life is something that goes
and you go with it
so why would you think
about all the little things you do
all the palliative care you give yourself?
Life flows through you
so you think
but death does too
and that’s the truth
really when you think about it
After all, what is all that dust on your shelf
but yesterdays wrappings of life?
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NaPoWriMo: Pushing through
Living and breathing
pushing through anxiety
like I’ll be pushing up daises
when death should come
Pushing through anxiety
like a mother pushes out babies
One breath, two breath,
fuck that
I’m here death!
I’m done running
chasing my next breath
one breath, two breath
Fuck that
Eat me, death!
Put my hands in the soil
my fingers worming through roots
touching death
teeming with life
humus is humorous
two shades
one called death, one called life
different shades of each
50 shades of life
remember, can you remember why the strife?
No, not that, the other one
I’ve got plenty, but not a wife!
I thought I thought a thought
that strangled breath
Something about the traffic
of things
an accumulation
Too much, too many
fuck, too many wires
no wonder I’m so fucking wired
Chasing electricity
electrified
terrified
One breath, two breath
three breath
Pushing through anxiety
like I’ll be pushing up daises
One breath, two breath
a wall of bricks with wires
tongue tied, tongue lied
Remember, can you remember
the one very specific thing I thought I thought?
NaPoWriMo: Dead end
I’ve got shapes of thoughts
not fully formed
a head full of traffic
ghost cars turning down one way streets
driving through my brain
down to my legs
the horizon is dread
but for what?
Always turning to this dead end.
NaPWriMo 3: Pulp in our heads
All these things an accumulation
of things consumed
like fat in the arteries
or the cultural zeitgeist in the head
blended and pulverised
manufacturing pulp fiction
til the gun is loaded against our own skull
an audible gulp
before the flash and bang
empties our full
NaPoWriMo 2: Ironed socks
I do not wear the elegance
to be part of your magnificence
I’m all feathers ruffled
and you’re all, ‘Let’s not cause a kerfuffle’ smart
I wear odd socks
because I don’t really care
you iron yours
which I think is very rare
NaPoWriMo poetry 1: Hoping no one will notice.
Inspired by this ‘“To be a Flower, is profound / Responsibility –’
I tried to be a wallflower
but I couldn’t take the responsibility
an ecological niche
I couldn’t bloom to fit it
instead, I clung to the nail
creeping ever downward
a weed straggling lifeward
hoping no one will notice
Day 18 Anti heroes
Odd socks
taped up glasses
a walking cliché
in cigarette legged jeans
another superhero
he will see by any means
Marvel at this specimen
just another cheap hero on silver screen
it’s all the damn same
all the damn same to me
another man saving the world
from men dressed up as other things
to hide the fact that
humans are the anti-heroes
this is a mass extinction
a holocaust of anything that doesn’t look like you or me
Plastic planet
There was an orange glow beyond the pier, not a sunset but the apocalyptic glow of a world on fire.
The sea was fierce with the guts of humanities creative psyche, a plastic bottle rolling on the waves as if it was meant for the sea as much as the fishes swimming beneath it.
And with that thought, I swam up to the sky and as a God, I looked down and on closer inspection, I saw a fish in the bottle frantically thrashing. The bottle went along with the tide, and the fish swished and thrashed the water inside the bottle into a froth before it died of exhaustion and suffocation.
And then came up a whale with a gigantic splash creating its own menacing tide and gobbling up the plastic waste with the fish rotting and decaying inside.
I jumped down from the clouds and back onto the pier, jumping from the pier, I landed on a wooden post, balancing as if I was surfing a tidal wave before jumping to the post in front of it and then the next post till I reached the one that only just breached the surface of the ocean. My feet submerged under the blue.
Darkness descending but the orange glow in the distance remained and I was alone but for the plastic swimming in the tide.
From here it seemed I and the plastic tide were the only vestiges left of the great ape the Homosapien.
Stepping off the post into the deep, I swam and swam deeper and deeper into the sea until a gigantic plastic bottle jumped out of the water as if a whale and swallowed me whole.
My hands up against the transparent plastic, I prodded, thumped and I screamed till another even bigger bottle consumed the bottle and I and slowly as each bottle consumed one another the transparency waned till I could see nothing but the plastic that contained me.
I thrashed and thrashed and splashed and splashed just as the fish did, my body frantically hitting the sides of the plastic.
The water frothed at the storm I had raged, and then my exhausted body curled and resigned itself to its fate.
The final thing I heard was the plastic carrier bag rustle as it entombed the plastic bottles and I.
Lots of Gulls will be killed if they can’t save their home!
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at me
and I’ll try to write something using them.
Something I’m trying since I’m posting less of my writing because I’m being more selective as I want to keep some ‘exclusive’ for potential publishing in the future.
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