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A personable person propogated passion
Beneath my heavy heart
Alas, cried the caterpillar
You are not dead!
Though I have spent hours molesting your windowsill
Rapeseed!
Huckleberry!
Gingerbread Pie!
All these things and more have I maliciously misunderstood
But the lies of the soothsayer are frequently true
They are passionate pomegranates from me to you
The obelisks of oppression overpower your heartstrings
And there's nothing you can do

My villain!
My thief!
The princess of my misery!
The fiery orb and the blasphemous pirates!
Staring at your shoulders I see only my reflection
Turning on your heel my eyelids sparkle and linger at your doorstep

It's Goliath's head
Salmon and bread
Those deathly ideas which you purposely said
Tic tac guru
Just what is he to you?
And which of my words have you read?
Francie Lynch Aug 2015
I paddled and glided along the current
Of the St. Clair,
To the west bank of the serpentine river,
And portaged to the ash tree,
Known as Ching-ach-****,
Waving noble limbs in full relief,
Offering respite from the meridian sun.
Leaves fluttered in the north current.
Beneath I lay in cold comfort
Envisioning the bows and bats that once propogated:
The unborn of an endangered species.
This is a dead tree growing,
Seeds, like Uncas,
Rotting above the roots:
This native treasure
Waiting for the emerald bore
Like an imprisoned pagan.
Chingachgook: Character from Last of the Mohicans.
Uncas: His son.
JDK Mar 2021
A day full of retail therapy
punctuated by anti-capitalism posts on facebook propogated by a person I've known since kindergarten.

Life can be funny in a way that doesn't make you laugh,
but at least it tries.
Isn't that enough?

I got mean-mugged by a stranger's bulldog through a window-front while folding my laundry on top of a surfboard that'd been repurposed as a table.

Purposes can be rearranged.
Full moons can rise over days that were strange, only to turn them into stranger nights.
But the strange can make things interesting sometimes.
That's got to count for something, right?

First day off after a month and a half of long days at sea.
I blew off every single plan I'd half-heartedly committed to on the smoke deck without feeling the least bit guilty.

Feelings can be unfriendly sometimes.
Sometimes you just have to choose "Me."
When I was in 3rd grade, my girlfriend from 2nd grade threatened to throw herself off of the tallest point of the tallest jungle gym after she'd found out that I'd gotten a new girlfriend. Unless I professed my undying love to her and only her, she was going to do it, she was going to jump. So I did, but only to spare her "life." You see, I didn't actually mean it. It wasn't until later in that week when I'd heard the song "You Gotta Be" by Des'ree while on the way to a restaurant in the family car that I actually decided to live up to the commitment I'd already made. I resolved to break up with my new girlfriend the next day, but she beat me to the punch. She broke up with me first, right before we lined up for lunch.

As I sat there eating alone, perhaps I'd thought to myself something along the lines of, "life is funny sometimes in a way that doesn't make you laugh."

Or perhaps not. But it's a story, right?
And stories shouldn't end before they're finished.

I want to see the rest of yours.

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