The Poetry Marathon

Proof that even improbable is feasible
that a poet yet lives in this dried husk.
Inside he who scribbles shitposts, dawn to dusk,
a brain yet from which sonnets are squeezable.
Yet no matter my words, is there an audience pleasable?
Least I pray that a few are appeasable.
So many wring emotions from words, as if on a hunt.
Forgive my candor I don’t mean to sound blunt.
See? Above you’ve seen proof time is freezable.

So allow me a moment or several of humor,
for this world is too dry and painful,
and we should hold close what may cause us to cry,
lest hatred grow in our hearts like a tumor.
Let not too much your heart find disdainful
as we enjoy our moment between the earth and the sky.

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*BANG*
*BANG*

Let
us
OUT

Timelapse is only a frame a minute
there’s so much in between
a snapshot- one part of a rhythm,
a sequence, a story

long exposure is the same, but in reverse,
(it’s dialectics)
one long look at a movement,
the details cease to exist

photosalmost realnot quiteshameless plasticshonest wordsnot quiteelectricityalmost mindnot quite
deathalmost certainnot quitelifealmost thrivingnot quitetruthalmost fictionquite

Timid rain refused to push away the heat of the day
a summer night marked by dancing mist and light
as the cricket mindless orchestra plays
headlights on black pavement
the radio playing midnight blues
the moon’s silent moaning
and possums crossing the road

Hospital at night
Nurse enters to change the bed
She laughs at a joke

Being observed, by one eye or a billion
confers the same feeling-
the mingling opposites of paranoia and power,
of being compelled to behave
and to make a show of rebellion,
of being admired and judged.

and humiliated.

Observing is not much different,
just a change in perspective,
and perhaps- a sense of selling
instead of being sold to

or is it the other way around?

“People are bloody ignorant apes” – Gogo

A cold, empty, lifeless, impersonal machine
that was nevertheless like a man
Flashed advertisements from its stainless steal face,
offering affordable death plans

The plans were as follows:
(A succinct and comprehensible list)

1) Full-body cancer
2) Marriage and mortgage
3) A swift slice to both of the wrists

I considered my options:

“Total-cancer should offer insight into the human condition
but the process is gaudy- radiation, chemo-
I’m not here to put on a show.

Method two is intriguing, full of ambition,
A wife and a house sound like a slow way to go,
the benefits are clear, it’s hard to say no,
but I fear responsibilities may distract from my deathly mission.

Slit wrists, eh? I get kind of fainty around blood…”

I stood there weighing my options
As I pondered the edge of the knife
I scarcely noticed that an eternity had passed
I had been cursed with eternal life.