#indelibly
“What information pertains:
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts and our brains”
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Paul Simon “Train in the Distance”
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a songwriter inserts a precise scalpel cut
in the nether part of the brain
where we bury
things we-wish not to recall, but
that particular
poem-scrap-dagger/byte
must remain a permanent
guest on a cruise ship
going around the world that can
never return to your
hailing port
“indelibly”
that which we hope
that cannot be
removed or forgotten
or in a reverse
of a kinda curse,
this hope stabbing
is springing eternal
when I need to be bleak,
quiet on all fronts,
silence the voices
desirous to speak
in tones moving me
from down sided
up, to up and away
that **** thought
life could be better
“if f—king only…”
is a cut that never
ceases to bleed~leak,
can’t be curettage away,
never healed,
it’s indelible
it’s a saturday morning
bright and chilly
indelibly
incurable
stamped and stampeding
on my mind
that this arctic exploration,
is self-exploitation
and curse my
heart and brain that won’t
accept my explanation
nor my pleading pleas
wet knots of
begging to anyone in particular
to please
leave me alone
&
this is how the week
ends
October 2024
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 8:18 AM UTC