Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • 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.

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