#neat - Hello Poetry

"**Fix Your Heart, and the rest will follow; this battery pack, changed but unchained**" ----- as poems go, this one goes well enough. a trifle, an hors d'oeuvre, an entertaining taste for the mouth of your soul well appreciated for & by those whose life long sins of omission and more likely, commission, occluded every pore of their raggedy Anne & Andy bodies, they dragged into every misadventure that was accumulating pleasurable and endurable they dragged him from the docs office to the operating room, without a "by your leave," and did a fixer upper, leaving me damaged but pumping, my actual heart, the 75% that was vacuumed and still usable, pumps good enough to write infrequently itty bitty ditties such as the emboldened one above <*> why need you know this? not a county circuit rider, a preacher or a reacher out to convert other sinners, just an itinerant man, a scribbler of the odd observation, that is a pause that refreshes, when why, one grabs themselves by their own lapels, and shakes, rattles and roils, their core back n' forth, so fast, so hard, they named it Shaken Soul Syndrome nobody read me the riot act, cause I was all growed~up, did not require warnings and disclaimers, to see, that my landlord gave me an extension on my lease, cause nobody could afford a mort-gage from a bank stoopid enough to give you a heap-cheap -enough thirty year term for a human who just might drop dead at any second so I lent myself some petty cash, and commenced a newer vision, updated & refreshed, no botox, or plastic surgery, got a new baseball cap, that had on it written, "Dead or Alive" with no further explanation and walked the streets of my urbania' so you need a short n'sweet summ-a-ry: in the pit they call your heart, is a genie with a lamp, that if you ask politely, will grant you any wish, maybe one, maybe three, but you make the first count, cause never know, how long that battery pack will last, and there are always a few poems left that need completion <*> 9/20/25

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Dec 6, 2025

Dec 6, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC

left-foot

a neat tech-body metaphor

"**Fix Your Heart, and the rest will follow; this battery pack, changed but unchained**" ----- as poems go, this one goes well enough. a trifle, an hors d'oeuvre, an entertaining taste for the mouth of your soul well appreciated for & by those whose life long sins of omission and more likely, commission, occluded every pore of their raggedy Anne & Andy bodies, they dragged into every misadventure that was accumulating pleasurable and endurable they dragged him from the docs office to the operating room, without a "by your leave," and did a fixer upper, leaving me damaged but pumping, my actual heart, the 75% that was vacuumed and still usable, pumps good enough to write infrequently itty bitty ditties such as the emboldened one above <*> why need you know this? not a county circuit rider, a preacher or a reacher out to convert other sinners, just an itinerant man, a scribbler of the odd observation, that is a pause that refreshes, when why, one grabs themselves by their own lapels, and shakes, rattles and roils, their core back n' forth, so fast, so hard, they named it Shaken Soul Syndrome nobody read me the riot act, cause I was all growed~up, did not require warnings and disclaimers, to see, that my landlord gave me an extension on my lease, cause nobody could afford a mort-gage from a bank stoopid enough to give you a heap-cheap -enough thirty year term for a human who just might drop dead at any second so I lent myself some petty cash, and commenced a newer vision, updated & refreshed, no botox, or plastic surgery, got a new baseball cap, that had on it written, "Dead or Alive" with no further explanation and walked the streets of my urbania' so you need a short n'sweet summ-a-ry: in the pit they call your heart, is a genie with a lamp, that if you ask politely, will grant you any wish, maybe one, maybe three, but you make the first count, cause never know, how long that battery pack will last, and there are always a few poems left that need completion <*> 9/20/25