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Irate Watcher Nov 2017
The news said:
"It's entirely likely,
in fact, it's more likely,
that we are living in a simulation."

The circus and the chorus lines
are just for the architect's amusement.
When the leotards on the high wire
fall, he laughs the hardest.

Measuring the moon with his hands,
does anyone knows its' circumference?
"If someone can measure the moon,
we are better off."

Everyone forgets
the fallen artist,
and stares at the moon.
Some shout indiscriminately.

Three engineers
create a proof,
that creates an equation,
that is widely believed
for the next 100 years, before
proven later to be false.

The artist nurses his broken knee.
"Can't anyone see I'm suffering?"
Everyone stares at the moon.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
Document steals business,
and we're just hanging,
improving our cappuccinos...
Would you like some pistachio cake?

Do you drink?
If I'm going to spend $6000 on liquor,
it might as well be at the same two places.

See, I could never do that.
I'm terrible with computers.
  Nov 2017 Irate Watcher
Eli Raenim
I feel I'm falling face first on broken knees,
All because your lust still lingers on my lips,
With the memory of fingers pushing into my hips.
But you know I never could make love stay.

And I'm sorry I keep on calling you all the time.
You only love me as a friend, I heard what you said.
But I've lost some things, like my heart in your bed,
My earring too, and I'll be needing that back.

We're just sour gummie bears and stale cigarettes.
Touching, swapping spit, and taking long car rides,
Never even knowing what the next turn decides.
Only the here and now of Hopeful and Bitter
to: David Jared Braswell
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
In the vortex,
messages are
escapes

ways away
from supposed to
do.

Even the most inspirational
transmission
is
one
less
moment.

You have to live!

Often I will descend
into the vortex when
I am emotionally

vulnerable.

When everything I
should be doing, I'm not doing.
Because I'm afraid to get started.
I always think entering the vortex


just 5 minutes


will clear my head.
I am always wrong.

The vortex ***** in
intentions and spits out
regret.
Leaving the vortex
is waking from a restless
sleep, farther from your dreams.

Outside, I wake.
I walk.
I dream,
until I feel weak,
until the vortex *****
me back in.
I never learn.
Inspired by Mark Baumer's walk across America
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
Blue light,
night sky,
quick write
before my phone dies.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
Hood up.
Head down.
Headphones in.
Herald: The harrowing
hauncho and his henchman.
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