#infrastructure
Closing checklists are bridles.
The door locks on a timer.
Once, sweeping the parking lot,
I found a pair of women’s black underwear,
abandoned in the night.
I had no story to lend them,
or the weight of some metaphor.
Just evidence left behind
when someone kept moving.
I keep moving.
Let timers do their work.
Past the skinny boy
playing harmonica on the bridge,
collecting tips in his shoe.
The man, five paces west,
jaw chewed raw,
liquor stamped into his face
like a punch clock
about to roll midnight.
I learned early
what stays safest is sealed.
Doors shut.
Windows covered.
In artificial light I did fine,
my childhood room tight as a toolbox,
from step-mother, father,
and the extremes of their weather.
I worked paper the way men work wire.
Fold, crease, press flat.
No guessing.
Follow the lines even when they weren’t there.
Angelfish.
Swan.
Dragonfly.
Held their shape,
once you taught them how.
They stayed boxed under the bed,
layered in dust,
my childhood stored like spare parts
waiting out a flood
no one talked about
until it passed.
Out here nothing seals.
The bridge holds.
The world follows slow,
just behind me.
No walls to press against.
Open water. Open air.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
CONEIDER HIGH"
Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems
trouble. No one
knows he
struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'.
Coneider
strong.
Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the
peak of
the
world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal
to life.
Optimistically humanitarian.
Much
more to life
than
Destitute, if there's any infrastructural,
love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar.
Human is made, none cultural.
Who did it save?
Transformation does not come without
individuality.
Power of love create solidarity.
'4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish
more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on
Cloudnine as I'm high.
C9fm
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
I have no stock in a generation
Who does not care whether
There is social security enough left
To secure my retirement,
A system I have paid into tiringly.
If you want to end it
Be sure I receive my back checks,
Or risk being strung by the neck.
I have no assurances
I will even be allowed to retire,
Only assured those in the house
Could not care less
As to such questions of great importance.
They busy themselves with war,
While we suffer and only grow more poor
And have no interest in developing industry or infrastructure here at home.
They know nothing of the branch
Only the rich fruit of the olives,
Whatever ripe can be harvested.
Yet, they know not how to sow.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
a home
is more than just walls
it requires a solid foundation
level ground
away from riverbanks
far from fault lines
a safe place
once a strong foundation is laid
the walls will grow tall
walls build up quickly
one must tear them down
build doors
allow others in
homes aren't completely self reliant
next is the windows
punch those out
never lose sight of what's outside
if anything
just buy blinds
add additional protection
a roof
in a couple of years
repaint the walls
level the floors
patch the roof
without preservation
this home will crumble
with it
we
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC