I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
March 4, 2017
PS I agree with Ms Manners gift registries are rude ................. that and I think there's LSD in my coffee over and out from the hinterlands
we bramble-d through cathedral wombs
it must be Spring
mothers are reading Judy Bloom
sniffing their armpits again
gadfly or botfly
you choose how to be
bothered by life
from tiny eggs
an elucidated non declarative
aka brain spilling like mercury
with curious globular unity and
adhesion(s) on the linoleum floor
whereas it is now ...
this morning I spied
a superpower my daughter
seemingly had been born with,
a chameleon sticky tongue she hones
as I am watching her Nona's lazy eye fall
from its socket, my daughter is watery spry
with sprocket-ish viscous expression ...
she flicks at it, her tongue sticks to it ...
and the eye ends back up in her Nona's
socket from clear across the room ...
EJR ©
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