Archive for the ‘All Over The Place’ Category

No one asks me how I (really) am,

not in a way that I can truly answer.

Alone in a forest of trees,

gradually the ground subsides,

one by one we topple,

fall.

 

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Ten already?

But it only just stopped being nine!

Dead already?

Barely alive!

 

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Fat Man

 

So cute,

so round and yellow,

bright and inviting,

a toy that begs you to play with it,

that brings out the child in every adult

(and the adult in every child).

If you think about it,

a masterpiece of science and wonder,

death, destruction and power.

Indeed,

imagining the possibilities,

fat men touch themselves…

In the quiet moment after release they lament:

Yesterday’s gone,

blown away,

like a 1945

Summer breeze.

 

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It was quite proper and appropriate

that Mikhail Sergeyevich’s cup was unfilled.

Alas,

it’s unfortunate

no one denied Boris Nikolayevich

and family

similarly

(who made sure

we

remained unfulfilled…)

 

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Hopeless,

futility-fucked,

drained.

Existential pain.

You think too much,

agonize,

looking for the best way,

trying to do the right thing.

And now you’re excluded…

With no choice but to

swim against the current,

continually,

then,

tread water in perpetuity,

a kind of purgatory,

how long can it last?

How long can you last?

Like water disappearing down a drain,

you are depleted,

expiring,

drained.

And eventually,

totally exhausted, you sink,

drown,

starved, you die.

Alas,

the ocean has no grain.

 

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Hopeless,

futility-fucked,

drained.

Existential pain.

You think too much,

agonize,

yet,

the ocean has no grain.

 

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Oh, those dangerous/beautiful times

when the exception becomes the rule …

 

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Not Trud,

that’s an honorable thing.

For you, it’s turd,

yes, that’s the word!

You say you’re renovating,

whatever that really means.

You and your crowbar,

pulling asunder…

I observe

and wonder.

The benefits of leaving old façades in place,

hollow rot covered,

worm-eaten essence protected.

Now shamefully exposed.

What will you do next?

… Why, of course,

you just cover the shit with new plastic and tin.

 

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Despite my best efforts,

in spite of how much I try,

situations and circumstances conspire.

Sometimes a cold shower

is as close as you can get,

feasibly,

to the Epiphany you want.

 

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Everyone gets what they deserve,

maybe,

so they say.

Except me,

so it seems,

I get futility

and shit.

As far as I can see…

 

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