Seven grandchildren exit the black suburban,
faithful servant to our family
for ten full years after
being used
in the
Black Suburban family tradition
for GMC trucks termed
bullet-proof -
to cart around officials,
whose purpose and anacronym
are left unquestioned,
understood ceiling of confidential…
Walter Mitty, or one of the comic book kids
with that same vivid imagining knack,
be the needed being empowered with the needed
skill and perfected technique
to master the moment and
change the course
of nextifity.
Catch.
--- Grandpa greetings all hold grins, that's good,
--- he said, as he looked upon the fruits
--- of living so long on this course,
meandering, to the sea.
------------ Gabriel
eight, maybe, the old man asks,
what do you real
ly wish to know more about?
Marine Biology, Gabe says.
------------ Have you considered slime molds?
Not Marine, that I know of, but Bio,
living multi-nucleic beings,
slime molds
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
AI worth the price, do as well as
slime molds,
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
Learning ever is about to become beyond.
Our empty nest is rearranging itself.
There was a tab of acid, tucked away
for a perfecting day, I lost it
in the rearranging
of my home,
to form
a three-generation
home, twenty-first century style.
In that space of time between wake and sleep,
I thought about the acid having
been swallowed sui generis
in the rearranging
of my home,
by my home.
This is the edge of nextifity, lieeeev!
All of Grandpa's imaginary friends
arrive with suggestions,
some bring doors,
some bring chests,
some bring sermon notes,
some bring grade school projects,
some bring faces, some a few brief kisses,
some, just that one
kiss…
remember that one it felt like
the whole world shared,
just once, but we can't-shan't-willn't
be deceived. Once,
being received, breathed, as it may seem,
drowning in the abyss,
yess, allusion and allegory all the stories,
hold more meaning than mortals
imagine in distuned states.
Signal strength is not at issue,
focus, pointedness, is,
to whom are we praying?, is what I am saying,
in a word.
There are no doors from here to hell,
I may as well tell you.
Some old sayings live in ever re-learning states,
time and again we learn,
the motion of an ocean is not plain old
round and round finity for ever,
here is the start,
there was the finish. We won.
Try again?
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
Seven grandchildren exit the black suburban,
faithful servant to our family
for ten full years after
being used
in the
Black Suburban family tradition
for GMC trucks termed
bullet-proof -
to cart around officials,
whose purpose and anacronym
are left unquestioned,
understood ceiling of confidential…
Walter Mitty, or one of the comic book kids
with that same vivid imagining knack,
be the needed being empowered with the needed
skill and perfected technique
to master the moment and
change the course
of nextifity.
Catch.
--- Grandpa greetings all hold grins, that's good,
--- he said, as he looked upon the fruits
--- of living so long on this course,
meandering, to the sea.
------------ Gabriel
eight, maybe, the old man asks,
what do you real
ly wish to know more about?
Marine Biology, Gabe says.
------------ Have you considered slime molds?
Not Marine, that I know of, but Bio,
living multi-nucleic beings,
slime molds
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
AI worth the price, do as well as
slime molds,
make
wrong choices and remember the consequence.
Learning ever is about to become beyond.
Our empty nest is rearranging itself.
There was a tab of acid, tucked away
for a perfecting day, I lost it
in the rearranging
of my home,
to form
a three-generation
home, twenty-first century style.
In that space of time between wake and sleep,
I thought about the acid having
been swallowed sui generis
in the rearranging
of my home,
by my home.
This is the edge of nextifity, lieeeev!
All of Grandpa's imaginary friends
arrive with suggestions,
some bring doors,
some bring chests,
some bring sermon notes,
some bring grade school projects,
some bring faces, some a few brief kisses,
some, just that one
kiss…
remember that one it felt like
the whole world shared,
just once, but we can't-shan't-willn't
be deceived. Once,
being received, breathed, as it may seem,
drowning in the abyss,
yess, allusion and allegory all the stories,
hold more meaning than mortals
imagine in distuned states.
Signal strength is not at issue,
focus, pointedness, is,
to whom are we praying?, is what I am saying,
in a word.
There are no doors from here to hell,
I may as well tell you.
Some old sayings live in ever re-learning states,
time and again we learn,
the motion of an ocean is not plain old
round and round finity for ever,
here is the start,
there was the finish. We won.
Try again?
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