possession makes the price these days
to take it in is to envy ownership not
to enjoy and cherish experience
marketable shallowness is what makes it
go round so no one wins in this life
of valuations of the untouchables
cupidity
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Monthly Archives: March 2021
Don’t mess with me
Begging the elephant in
the room to take a load off
Take the edge off and
blow off whoever let me
think that they can mess
with me so they feel better
Better feel me cause nothing
will let me leave that there
on the table for nothing
no one can make me
do so, so you better wake up
take up and loosen up to get up
hold up the downside for me to see
A mirage, not even
Squinting, the sun makes the desert shiver
I’m done with watching and bleeding,
Breaking stuff because I move too fast
I want to sit and be blind, deaf and
Not smell or taste everything at once
I’m tired of this fucking carousel
Speeding up, till the horses turn round,
Eyes asking: “Boss? Where we’re going?”
While I can’t see anything beyond this
Round-and-round if it would kill me
In my garden
I brought a lifetime
To this garden
Sitting here on this
Here, old bench
Looking out over
My life, spread out
Here and memories
Alive and waving
In the wind, waving
At me
While I watch and
Sit and
Wait
Equinox
Dream, facing East
Water’s deep but my
Wings will grow and
When the work is done
And the bricks are laid
We will go home
Present
Ass parked squarely, always inviting the
World in, neither consequence nor
Obligation considered
Why breathing, still?
Two steps – backward, always, no roses
Smelled, falling before you
Get up
No sense in digging
Never there, always here – heart bleeding
To stop you should have
Started first
No hope in thin air
No point.
Twan
March 23, 2021
Where do I go?
My hands twitch with electric fingers
My eyes roam between the sky and rooftops
My feet are chasing each other in the dust
When I fold out this map of futures
And trace the lines laid out
Still I don’t get
Anywhere and
Nowhere is everywhere
To be found
Turn Around
When my father smiles
When the clouds part
When his hand in mine
When a balancing act
When a dead end
When the sea roars
When our wings flap
When the sky’s high
Seagulls fly
And swoop
And rise
And twirl
They fall
The tide
And the flood
And we drown
And we fall
We fall
Ideas
I just tried something else:
Twan is here 