Wait
time
restricted
prescription – who
found out about whom?
signs / symbols
distracted thoughts
moments alone
heavy – recounting
*
holding onto / holding out
for
a reason
tragic / strategic
staring at boats
to stay current
*
ungrounded in flux
bored, embalmed
life sucked out
of space
*
day crave luminal leeches
revisionary sheets
unwashed
*
babble brook to willows weeping
in the dark
respects paid to the flow
can’t unsee where silhouette
once was laid –
a profile
never to last
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simple hints
inquiry mystery
– concealed / revealed –
infinity strung out
self built
both old and new
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cheap shot big shot
hot shot
lip gloss
stale crumbling
come off
the wall
last to know
*
been going along
with and without
a thread to wear / penny to spare
strut worth wasting in a walk
manufractured by
loneliness and hope
– vision compromised for sightseeing
guides
hoodwinked / unwavering
*
never meant to
but intended it
hurt fancies itself up in
forgiveness
for the next beating
*
spent downtown in the drain
lingered at a gutter
considered a grate
misunderstood a manhole
*
lived it up
died of embarrassment
tried to hold on
took too long
got lost in thought
while daydreams accused attention of being a poseur
and reality slipped a disc
– vertebrae by vertebrae –
forgot attachments
said bon voyage
gave daps / pounds
to squad
broken up for
brighter days to come
with a ways to go
before
sun acts right, gets some sense
up in its head to
give a little shine
get a lot of shade
*
one in the hand
two in defense
of the term
‘s
of dis/
agreement
for content and conditions
*
up at arms
again
drowning traps sounds in bubbles
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enjoy a doubt / savor it / forget what was intended / call a grudge what it really is / a plan unfolded + misinformed = results unattended (to)
[with]
ignored but not for lack of caring
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passed on cents never received dollars
nothing
was ever
worth the wait
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Thought Work / Feel Work / Feel Methods (excerpt)
of constant sorrow… of worry and being back on wobbly feet. never came out. never called an ambulance. never did lots of things others did and there’s nothing to do about that. now, it’s easier to think about what might have been.
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“… every feeling is the perception of a truth…” (Gottfried Leibniz)
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slept away yesterday. hour upon hour in bed. couldn’t or wouldn’t get up. that means something. it’ll mean something else some other time. whatever the reason was, it won’t matter soon even if the same reason returns later.
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has later returned yet? is it on its way? will it remember what happened last time? will it matter or will it spirit? will it be less than perceived? not trivial but less material. less substantive?
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from love to lie is a lateral move. a crossover to make some space. get room for the jumper or go to the hoop. but life isn’t basketball cuz ball don’t lie. but then again, there is the love of the game and how does that compare to a lust for life?
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could go back to bed. could be there until these moments no longer matter. stay past relevance. unbecome. submerge under waves of nightmares. trade terrors for terrors. paralysis for hesitancy. let subconscious hopes rewrite scripts and cash in favors from snooze buttons. let horrors continue as long as possible so long as reality remains out of reach.
leave glasses bedside, lights on, as lamp is too long a walk at this time of night, of day, of life.
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undermine the mundane – endlessly everyday. enter into language new clichés from which to choose.
*
prove possibilities to the garbage can.
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been forgetting how to wake up. how to get up and get going. is this aging? been needing more time with dreams than are never remembered. more time with thoughts. with loneliness, solitude, inactivity. more time away from perception and sensation, just a sense of oneness and worries and plans and attempts to repress desires. time to recall failures and misunderstand patterns better. all this as opposed to more youthful insomnia and constant need to always be working. getting ahead. having a hope in crafting skills through extensive amounts of practice. a creation of habit over hobby.
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