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Sunshine Odhner Dec 2017
So many qualms
about so many tasks
that none of them would satisfy,
and ambitions,
in their vacuousness: begone!

So fatalism is cruel,
and you are what you think.
But about Waste and Want:
what can be done ?
I don't know...
I don't know!

. . .  I don't know, probably medication.
Sunshine Odhner Dec 2017
Optimists and Pessimists remind
That the moon knows not it's own shadow,
Or to be kind to the desert sun.
                                                        
                                                    (Midnight, Noon, Midnight, Noon).
Light: an unstoppable force,
Dark: an immovable object.
                                                         ­                       (Twilight, Twilight).
Dead leaves turn into rot,
Seeds turn rot into leaves.
                                                         ­                        (Equinox, Equinox).
Check my watch,
Look at the sky-

(Leap year).
Sunshine Odhner Nov 2017
It comes from the Silent Side:
This artsy, make-believe, nothing,
Contingent
On the bread crumbs aligning in their orbits
Around the crown
On the head of this so-called Frog Prince.
And if they sound like a broken heart
Smiling
They might stand out from the thoughts
More worth forgetting
Before Sleep.
Sunshine Odhner Sep 2017
The opposite of thinking is a breathing of the mind.

This is not mine.

The opposite of holding on is leaving slow.

This I don't know.

What are the words in the way of thought?

This I forgot.
Sunshine Odhner Sep 2017
Self ridicule, the antonym of a tool, but always kept handy.
Enduring desolation,
Inveterate stagnation.
Solitary despondence; the promise; this poison kills.
A fist versus brick and mortar, place your bets.
Roll loaded dice to prove-
And you don't need an ultimatum to know-
Cold, crazy or familiar, either way-
People in stone houses shouldn't throw glass.
Your price of niceties is too high for me
For I've been choking on spoon-fed complacency
Corporate crime blinding us to atrocity.
Dropping, down go the dissidents-
Incitors of an unknown breed
They're mutilated sheep,
Killing the tamers
of a tenacious nation-
Rallying me.
Sunshine Odhner Dec 2016
This is far from stumble.
This is weep and kneel,
but muted,
like squeezing information from a rock.
There's catching yourself failing
and when you actually failed.
You forgot,
forgot to write it down first,
then Forgot.
You have to sit with that,
cause it was-- **** was so good.
And when you wake up
tomorrow,
at 4 pm, sober, and read
this
you'll hopefully
have a headache
and know better.
The first two lines ****, I know, but I had to start a poem.
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