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| image by Edward Rinaldi © |
heart of coal and soul, a burning glow...
sometimes is what I say
when I mean all the time
I don't remember
how to stop thinking
about when as a place
somewhere to get back to
when I think I can start
living in a now
vibes
and scent
trailing
I get it
eventually
maybe
stories, toils and deals
I am emptying emotions
organizing my toys with wheels
pull strings, wind-ups
and march-ie marches
my doll brigade fades faces
parades paces laces the naive
in me still, any demand
I have that points
to sentimentality
on a sliding
price scale variance
is why
I pray for subsidies
in the rain
at birth
I was assigned
a game plan
this laminated
one sheet
to be used
as a guideline
for being
a clever lying lion
Lot's schadenfreude wife
a bar coded numerical formula
leading back to Zoroastrianism
with bibles torahs
and qur'ans clamoring
their what about me(s)
we being maybe(s)
we being connected
we being counted on
I knew
I could be
the jaw
of an ass too
an expression
of wanting
to know...
is my sense
of ancient and sacred
an assured or construed
with as many things
I can possibly think
of to fit into currents
currency currently...
impromptu
megaphones
lip read screen
service fan manuals
for when
air conditioning
breaks down...
spotty electrical service
is a sign of true survival
of the fittest progress
the politicians today
are fond of saying
as it brings everyone
so closely aware
of right now, because
when the lights go out
it is another sometimes
coming around again...
EJR ©
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