#stamped
I beg you please enter and leave your place of wonder
Come to me I call all darkness
In here you will be safe from the light
We have a new carcass
It will be so easy
We were invited
We can do what we want
We can not be cited
So here we will stay
Even though with all these demons we are cramped
You.can do anything
On her forehead she is stamped
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
“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