Awkward and daring
as the seconds spent
staring down
the stroke afflicted
side of a face in
casual conversation.
Adult and immature
as the twenty minutes
ticked by in a shower
stall attempting
to fuck standing up
in a space built for one.
Partial and stumbling
and forgettable
in a stalled stroke of
genius smacking
of temporary solutions
to problems never owned,
but known well enough
to believe relevance
could be adopted
instead of
born through flesh rent.
We were high
on our horses then,
well before
we could have known
the width of the wild
and the bleeding splits
at the corners of the mouth
that remind the head of life
beyond thirsting for
a wildly successful death.
original works of parts
Creationism
Fingers at the keys
at the wrong time of day
and taken by
a housefly
too close for focus
snacking on the mistakes
that are not complete abortions
drifting out of reach and not
out of mind.
My eyes darted from one
mess of still developing lim
bs to another and wanted t
o cover all of the glistening
canoes of their smashed in
heads with a fine and squa
re picnic blanket to keep t
he fly and his inevitable fri
ends far from here and now.
In the space of the air
pressed against my ear lobe
before darting beyond the reach
of fingers too busy with keys
to bother with winged fleas,
a whisper grew
and turned into
a question I would like to pass to
C.D. Wright sometime after we've
put our tea cups together.
The question being
if
it's fair to reduce a life
into a series of well stated axioms
and a matched pair
of despised socks
or
if its fairer
to leave that sort of thing
and its attendant particulate peculiarity
of problematic fourth and final movements
for the professional
clergymen.
at the wrong time of day
and taken by
a housefly
too close for focus
snacking on the mistakes
that are not complete abortions
drifting out of reach and not
out of mind.
My eyes darted from one
mess of still developing lim
bs to another and wanted t
o cover all of the glistening
canoes of their smashed in
heads with a fine and squa
re picnic blanket to keep t
he fly and his inevitable fri
ends far from here and now.
In the space of the air
pressed against my ear lobe
before darting beyond the reach
of fingers too busy with keys
to bother with winged fleas,
a whisper grew
and turned into
a question I would like to pass to
C.D. Wright sometime after we've
put our tea cups together.
The question being
if
it's fair to reduce a life
into a series of well stated axioms
and a matched pair
of despised socks
or
if its fairer
to leave that sort of thing
and its attendant particulate peculiarity
of problematic fourth and final movements
for the professional
clergymen.
Question Marks
Dear Mr. D,
While our time together
has been quite productive,
I believe as you go on
to live your life and leave
the past simmering
on your stove until it spills to button eyed flames
and takes the house
that hate built
to its fractured slab
in a heap of spent tongues and embers
and unrepentant hugs
you should make an effort to see
your scars as less
than cellular artifacting
errors generated by interface violations
perpetrated with incompatible objects
and see them as more
like question marks
printed to skin and tissue
and your future outcomes
as answers.
Good luck to you.
Dr. B.
While our time together
has been quite productive,
I believe as you go on
to live your life and leave
the past simmering
on your stove until it spills to button eyed flames
and takes the house
that hate built
to its fractured slab
in a heap of spent tongues and embers
and unrepentant hugs
you should make an effort to see
your scars as less
than cellular artifacting
errors generated by interface violations
perpetrated with incompatible objects
and see them as more
like question marks
printed to skin and tissue
and your future outcomes
as answers.
Good luck to you.
Dr. B.
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