Still in this vinegar sea
slanted into poisonous pronouns
grappling with the next ball of pleasure…
so much is riding on this
risk of life
this little vessel of intention.
Did you not say
that you would live forever?
Maybe I misunderstood…
maybe you meant that
you forgot you were going to die.
Skipping down memory lane
backed up into a drain clogged with dismal musings
and old thrown away beliefs
forgetting, forgetting,
all is forgotten and you do not matter.
Flesh and newly made smiles
adorn my little doorway
to the innermost.
Cobwebs left by careless spiders
and grey balls of mindless dust
attest to my supreme indifference.
The wheels turn and the pumps pump
the machine heaves and wheezes
out a smelly and sticky little metaphor
chewed over by a crippled eye.
I’m grabbing at the little straws again,
and pulling into a golden certainty,
which is my favorite illusion.
So it is with the stabbing thoughts
and the thoughtless stabs.
Stand up and give three cheers
for the mighty one.
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