Apr 2018
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4/10/18 10:55pm ~ 4/22/18 2:02 am
Introduction
a simpler than plain fact,
deserving reflection beyond the obvious,
containing obverse emotional mine field sonar arrays
floating on an ocean unhidden,
listening for the ocean's bleeping hid-dens,
before surrendering to its ****-sinking power of time/gravity
the better life elsewhere is always someone’s misery
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confetti is just tomorrow’s garbage
someone stood on lower Broadway at 5am
watching the sanitation men sweeping up the aftermath of a super bowl victor’s celebration, with broom heads borrowed from giants’ moustaches
passage of a single thought,
that the victorious celebrated on the parade should
a posteriori be required to participate
in this flip-side experience as
‘active cleaner uppers,’
re-enacting the famous Persian Sufi adage,
“this is too shall pass”
someone whispers we have blessed lives,
rich in the experiential, free of the dragging boredom
of the daily draining of making it, head well above of the
humanizing periodic regularizing water dunkin’ reminder
of just
or
“we too shall pass”
so even the confetti honorees must have too someone whose
life to aspire, the top of the heap, in chained food chain world
assaying perfection and the luck thereof,
picture perfect lives cannot withstand tsunamis of
waves eroding their shapes, wearing boundaries down,
do not forget the invisible invitation from the riptide
just beneath the calm surgical surficial surfacing disguises
if you face my book, will find in a later chapter prior
the fine sorry lines, the pierced titanium bulletproof vest,
the divorces of mistakes remade, the haunted envisioning,
the obligatory items that keep you awake, those awesome
responsibilities that take many small bites of a soul’s coverlet
that cannot be removed isolated jailed or desperate destroyed
confetti rained interspersed with droplets of sand grains,
this man of constant tomorrows, hopeful Mondays, bad Fridays,
is a man of constant sorrows,
pictures and poems life celebrating a never allowed to forget
lucky runs out like the string from packages saved
when no more packages arrive
when the packages no longer get delivered
oh that started years ago, when came the bile instead
of the blood’s replacement clotting factors
passing is a sometime thing
sometime is a most imprecisely defined terminus
sometime means that today’s confetti is a day away
as resurrected garbage
but nonetheless,
you are forever responsible for the cleanup
a picture worth a thousand words
but in me lives
tens of ten thousands words,
including
“this is too shall pass”
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2467058/writers-block-kick-the-editor-out-of-the-room/
4/10/18 10:55pm ~ 4/22/18 2:02 am
Introduction
a simpler than plain fact,
deserving reflection beyond the obvious,
containing obverse emotional mine field sonar arrays
floating on an ocean unhidden,
listening for the ocean's bleeping hid-dens,
before surrendering to its ****-sinking power of time/gravity
the better life elsewhere is always someone’s misery
<•>
confetti is just tomorrow’s garbage
someone stood on lower Broadway at 5am
watching the sanitation men sweeping up the aftermath of a super bowl victor’s celebration, with broom heads borrowed from giants’ moustaches
passage of a single thought,
that the victorious celebrated on the parade should
a posteriori be required to participate
in this flip-side experience as
‘active cleaner uppers,’
re-enacting the famous Persian Sufi adage,
“this is too shall pass”
someone whispers we have blessed lives,
rich in the experiential, free of the dragging boredom
of the daily draining of making it, head well above of the
humanizing periodic regularizing water dunkin’ reminder
of just
or
“we too shall pass”
so even the confetti honorees must have too someone whose
life to aspire, the top of the heap, in chained food chain world
assaying perfection and the luck thereof,
picture perfect lives cannot withstand tsunamis of
waves eroding their shapes, wearing boundaries down,
do not forget the invisible invitation from the riptide
just beneath the calm surgical surficial surfacing disguises
if you face my book, will find in a later chapter prior
the fine sorry lines, the pierced titanium bulletproof vest,
the divorces of mistakes remade, the haunted envisioning,
the obligatory items that keep you awake, those awesome
responsibilities that take many small bites of a soul’s coverlet
that cannot be removed isolated jailed or desperate destroyed
confetti rained interspersed with droplets of sand grains,
this man of constant tomorrows, hopeful Mondays, bad Fridays,
is a man of constant sorrows,
pictures and poems life celebrating a never allowed to forget
lucky runs out like the string from packages saved
when no more packages arrive
when the packages no longer get delivered
oh that started years ago, when came the bile instead
of the blood’s replacement clotting factors
passing is a sometime thing
sometime is a most imprecisely defined terminus
sometime means that today’s confetti is a day away
as resurrected garbage
but nonetheless,
you are forever responsible for the cleanup
a picture worth a thousand words
but in me lives
tens of ten thousands words,
including
“this is too shall pass”
<•>
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2467058/writers-block-kick-the-editor-out-of-the-room/
finally finished fin
