Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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Rat races of places with too many faces time past previously in the future to tell stories of the chaos of reality
Gods and goddesses splashing uselessly as the unfortunately unfortunate existing exists
Sons my sons
Are you human or bird
Man or goat
Human or god
What does the blood bleed into the new life the diluted potential diluted every which way
Decades
Fronds of futility in this madness crashing to the ground
Too long too old
Somewhere they sit in chairs discussing the discussable with decadent fingertips and succulent strawberries betrayed to their lips
Bitten dead life
Do you play a song and then dance in the forest
The winged tiny feet are not my ally
They shoot without asking questions first
Writing written threads into the blanket of present that becomes the past as quickly as the threads are tied
Snip
And weighed
Generations generally genuinely guessing
They have the moment
That is gone in an instant
Left in the threads of before before the ink has dried.
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Can’t you call her?
When it’s night and the hours are eating you alive and the thoughts are flowing like a broken dam or a glacier thawing
When they won’t leave you with a moment’s rest and the clock ticks
Wouldn’t it be best if you called her?
Wouldn’t it be best to lean on someone?
I hope you have someone
When the nights are too long and you’re lost in lost sleep
I think you should call someone
To keep you company
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I did what I was allowed to do
Thought of you and there you are
I don’t understand all of it
But wrapped in time watching cautiously
As I woke up
Yes I was worried and then he was up all night
Don’t blame me
Try not to blame me
Trying not to blame myself
I want to ask if he’s okay
What’s on his mind
What kept him up
I wish someone would stay with him so he doesn’t have to be alone
But he has friends I’ll never have
All I want to give him is love and understanding
Don’t tell him anything else
Don’t send him anything else
Please keep him safe
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You
Yes you you arrived just in time
Of course you did
Go check on him he’s freaking me out
Go check on him please he’s freaking me out
Go fill his head with love and affection and respect and understanding and listening and accepting and please
I don’t know why he’s freaking me out
I don’t know why these days happen or these moments happen when I worry
Is it the thing I thought it was but the different thing
And again
But again
Also
I don’t know what he needs or what is happening or how he is
I wish I could ask him how he is
I want him to say
I’m okay
I want to ask if he’s okay and hear him say yes
But I don’t even know why I worry
But I’m worried
Can someone who knows him please tell him he’s wonderful and loved
Someone go check on him
I don’t know why I worry
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I have a question for you
Renewal
この言葉
貴方に付けて良い?
Why does it take more effort to die than to live?
Instincts keep me moving
Through these days I want nothing of
I can feel you hanging in the wings
Yesterday you caressed my cheek and whispered the words
Won’t you leave me with the honour of being the one to take your life
貴方からだけの台詞
だから貴方だっと
I knew
How to describe your stretching neck and your whittled fingers from stretches of ceder
How to describe the facelessness of you
The mask of the joker to hide the horror
But why
Why does it take more effort to die than to live?
It’s more efficient
って言うったら
人生って
No it’s not 人
What efficient
You see I’m met with these strange answers and I don’t really know
If there’s an efficiency to living
Then what is living for?
Love
You see he answers in strange ways I can’t explain
If living is for love
Then what is love for?
But you don’t know the answer to that question
You wish only to contact with life
To connect with it
And take it
And then put it somewhere else
Renewal
It hurts me to think about how much he must have not wanted to be here
That he’s not here
I wish I could help him
I wish I could have helped him
Life is only so hard because time refuses to flow in any other direction
At least I have the reassurance
Your hand on my face in my hair your not face too close your arms too tight
Someday you’ll have it
Because at the end of the day you’re all the same selfish shits you always were
But I still love you
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Seemingly suspended by nothing
Little worms that float in the air
Invisible strings
Can you imagine a life like that
Where all you had to do was hang from a wire until you reached something
The ground?
Or just floating in the air.
No identity crises when all you are hangs from a string
They don’t even have to know they’re alive
Why do we?
The leaves falling around them
Swinging in the wind
Hanging in the sun
They don’t burn
Why do we?
The tree just stands
The worms just hang
The sun is just warm
Jupiter suddenly needs attention
So there it is
Love you
No none of my joints are bent the way they should
Trying to keep as little life in me as possible
Because I’d rather someone who wants it have it.