it hurts too much to be ready to die
but not yet to say goodbye
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What if….
“The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world that he did not exist”
what if the greatest trick that the devil ever played was convincing you that God wasn’t satan?
turn away
don’t look at me
if there was ever a place
I should stay
it’s not with you
I’ll be gone before too soon
forget the person I was
before I became this monster
NaPoWriMo: Palliative care
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?
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
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