softcomponent Jun 18
Twisting my own arms backwards,

heaving myself to the pavement

to let it all go,

let it all out

and become a

self-same sense of

sensation as sensation,

just so I can be

happy with all these

thoughts, at the very least;

it's all I'm ever

asking for.


It's all any of us

are ever

really

asking for.
*dedicated to no one, because it's still 'someone' too.*

Written Monday, June 11th, 2018 at Fonyo / Dallas Beach,
Victoria, BC, Canada, around 6:30 pm.
softcomponent Jun 18
it feels like
I can be nothing
more than a
recurring burden
to others.

They all say,
"Get well soon,
friend; let's get
you back on
your feet,"

but my mind
keeps whispering

"It's all too
much, & it's
all too late.


*You might
as well
get
gone
for
good."
"Hang me, oh hang me, & I'll be dead & gone,
wouldn't mind the hanging, been
layin' in the grave so long,
poor boy, I've been
all around this world."

Written Monday, June 11th, 2018,
at Fonyo / Dallas Beach, Victoria, BC,
Canada, around 6 PM.
softcomponent Jun 18
Three people
stand upon
a peninsular
rock revealed
overnight from
beneath the
rolling waves
looking out
towards
Port Angeles,
each absorbed
in their smart
-phone, save

for rotating


photo opportunities



with the entire



           planet


                              itself.
Written Monday, June 11th, 2018 at Fonyo / Dallas Beach,
Victoria, BC, Canada
around 5:53 PM.
softcomponent Jun 18
Both my inner

& outer companions

cannot accompany me

any further.



Each have their

own lives

to live.
Written Monday, June 11th, 2018
at Fonyo / Dallas Beach, Victoria,
BC, Canada around 5:45 PM.
softcomponent May 31
Strange artists;

even we wish

to marry the

sentiment. Marry

the "factual"

C.R.E.A.M

or "CASH

RULES EVERY

-THING AROUND

ME."


But if it truly

rules over us,

which, in fact,

it does,

then let's call

its neurotically

quantified

condescension

for

what it is:

"The Divine Right

of Kings."



And we already

beat the living

legitimately-validated

shit

out of that narrative

a long, long while

ago.


"Hello? Are you

human & have

you been listening

for the past

100,000 years?"



Rhetorical

question.

Yes,

you have.
Written Monday, May 20th, 2018 between 5:10 & 5:16 PM in Sunset Park, neighborhood of Wildwood, Powell River, BC, Canada.
softcomponent May 19
Tell me of the mystified Isle's,

the dampening subheader

splotching itself upon

a concrete rug

that calls itself

"AMAZING.

SO PATHED, SO SMOOTH, SO GRANITE,

GRANDEUR, AND GRENADE-THROWN

   A      M     A    Z     I     N    G   G   G  G."
Written Saturday, May 19th, 2018 at midnight to 12:30 AM in Cawston, BC, Canada.
softcomponent May 19
Solvent catechisms

dripping thru the ashes

of complacency,

like a burnt-out cosmos

weren't enough to convince

a high-ender like me

not to dance along

to the beat

of my own

sordid

drum.
Written Saturday, May 19th, 2018 at midnight to 12:30 AM in Cawston, BC, Canada.
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