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The mysterious pregnancy
of the present moment.
Call it hazard, randomness
whatever you like.

Contained in that moment,
all the possibilities of life.
The locus of existence.
Whatever you do could
change everything.

You are 21 and sitting in a bar.
You walk out the door and turn right.
One life looms. Hazard.
You walk out the door and turn left.
A different life. Hazard.
You stay at the bar;
someone sits down beside you.
A third life opens up. Hazard.

Forget choice. You didn't choose,
you just unthinkingly did.
Yet so many possibilities
in that innocent instant.
Mythic, timeless, un-contemporary.
Powerful as a Black Hole.

We speak of good choices,
bad choices, as if we control
our lives absolutely.

Wrong. Worse than wrong: absurd.
Ego. You believe yourself a god?

First comes the random hazardous moment,
numinous and fecund with an unknown power.

Choice only follows that moment.
You choose within the arena of hazard.

Only then, thumbs up or down.
**** people and their insistence that we choose everything and are responsible for every choice. Just an ego driven device for praising ourselves and blaming others.
may the corpses rest in peace
killed by them scars and disease
cutting a smile in half
awaiting the sweet relief

tears spilling in grief
breathing the ever lasting pain
until it's too late to leave
I don't know what I became

and ran through those doors
out in the ocean
climbing up the walls
that are now old and broken

swam with the sharks
and I danced with the clouds
as a symphony of thunder played
beyond the reach and loud

lightning up the fiery stars
as they fell down from the sky
exploding in a thousand pieces
and no one could hear me cry

that was a rather lonely time
there was not much to find
in dark that consumed me whole
i lost all that was ever mine

i turned to see but it was gone
nothing but empty space all around
i screamed and wept for the names
but there was never to be no sound

then a shiver ran through my bones
and I felt a stranger in my own skin
thunder was raging up and high
I thought that would be my coffin

and then I saw the dead crawling
in numbers on the shore
a sea of rotten meat
like they sang in the old lores

winds blew me to the herd
as they grazed beyond a red sea
the sky was full of birds
more than it was supposed to be

there I stood in the shadows
mesmerized by what I had seen
memories spent in mourning
how long could it have been

I'm forgetting all that matters
time has never felt so wrong
in the ages that have been withered
have I been dead for so long ?




i remember dreaming of a ghost
in whispers I heard him sing
he told me that I shall too be
swept away by the northern winds
Notes (optional)
I just want to tell you I'm sorry.
I want to tell you all of the things I know I did wrong.
I want you to know I never meant to hurt you.
I never wanted to be that person.
I'm moving on, I'm growing up.
And it's without you,
whether I like it or not.
05/24/2015
the barker in charge
is sniffing markers
& the dog's the one
in the shock collar.

good god.
I'll come back

tomorrow.

galapagos, I'm sorry.
rocketship jalopy
wrote a handbook on
banana boat cutthroat
reconnaissance exotica,
abominable
beast of tropic atrophy
broke folk casualty engulfed
in telescopes & TV shows

being monitored thru a monocle
the theatrical apathy & topical misanthropy

can anybody understand me?
Work in progress. Stagnation. Creative constipation
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