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photo by Christopher Payne ©
from his work
Asylum: Inside the Closed
World of State Mental Hospitals |
gummy
label mad
we were
vegans who wanted to open a charcuterie
tremor,
tremor mercy stick sharp snap switch the eyes swallow more shit than pens full of gluttony
I want
it, you want it
take it
steal it feel it
can we
reel it in
fishing
want with subscriptions and passes
to the
menses and massacres
to
mundane ribbon-ing and mesmerizing not knowing
one day
to the next seasonal trees stolen
view
writing about as if any of us left
on own
accordance
sentinels
of once ago
the
forests recite
by
imperceptible song
hum sa so
hum
we smile
when Summer rings
particle
and waved
her
desire ripens seeds
what once
was and wombs
ways of
terracing
accidental
farming, gathering
and other
turnkeys
we stole
the rivers
I go
looking for the half a reason I am here
I left it
somewhere when daring a door be opened
where
could it be breezeway maybe
in the
cavernous room at the end of the hall
where
they deposit the empty boxes full of why
and sent
mail never meant for you to read
inside a
white elephant
we find
rest comfortably lumped
under the
rug in the middle
of the
waiting room
the front
parlor lungs
a lingam
structural breath
and our
fertile balance looks on
in the
window fixtures,
locks and
fine steel mesh
that are
at times
woven
into the glass
sanitarium
serenity
a façade
for the huddled masses
asses
planted decaying chemically slower
industrially
revolutionized life
has
hidden waste streams
for over
a hundred years now
the
mechanized go-go dancers
have
stolen your attention
by
mentioning ambulatory articulation
reality
is indexed and filed away
only a
footnote in a Chicago style manuscript
a history
professor might have wanted you to remember
you mine
for diamonds
while
wishing on the rain
dismembered
from pertinence
you
bowsprit for wisdom
take
scars for education
swallow
the white noise washing
over the
peaceful parts
the mind
goes first
when we
die inside out
our
heart, soon to follow
but the
soul
the
glorious porthole
to each
of our other infinite sides
lingers
through ghostly flow
wants to
know why any of you
would
ever stop looking for more
of those
things that fill you
with
life, love and longing
EJR ©
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