The Poetry Marathon

No grand statement of purpose or profound wisdom
just an observation:
Life goes on and we deal with it.

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Seeing things through to the end – my only useful trait
borne of being accustomed to waiting.
Waiting is also a vice,
and inaction a sort of visceral thing, conservation of energy,
a kind of gluttony.
I’m intimately familiar with vice and gluttony as well.
But at least I have a useful trait.

delete dis!

Water falling from the sky is almost enough to make me believe in miracles.

The percussion sings when the electric fractal neurons travel into the ground,
the whole world shudders to the rhythm,
and everything alive comes to life
with the fragrance of soil and ozone.

I remember clearly once, years ago,
after a rain storm
the air was so clear
I could see how high the sky goes.

Content

call & response
contrast

variations on a theme.

Faces moving left and right, up and down,
the universal human pattern.
Eyes and mouth, curled up, curled
down and the various shades
of meaning.
An immediate thing- instinct-
it does not occupy the same space as words.
Paired with words
the signal gets confused.

A pale yellow light plays against the white walls
and the ghosts stand empty or open.
If every moment is a waking dream,
there’ll be plenty of time to sleep.

dopamine fuck fear and food
everything is drugs
suckle oxytocin
for the serotonin gut
skin prickles
deaf and dumb
expand and contract
uptake and release
adrenaline, pain, and longing
likes, replies, emoji.
everything is drugs.

X and O
W-shaped smiley
applied chaos when nothing makes sense
and the days go by too fast to think and the years too slow
until they pass by the handful
When life and death depend on the volatility of a mood,
and the assets are valued likewise

When every day is yesterday and tomorrow never comes.

Keeping company with the frogs and crickets
as the low pressure slides in as a breeze.
Those brief bursts of cool summer
when the air is clear
and the cars drive slow.
Even when the lights are blaring
you can kinda see the stars.

I LUST FOR EMOTIONAL FREEDOM AND PLEASURE WITHOUT SHAME
I LUST FOR BELONGING
I LUST FOR SIMPLE JOYS
I LUST FOR SINCERITY WITHOUT FEAR
AND LOTS OF FUCKIN!!

I WANT TO BOTH GIVE AND TAKE
NO LONGER ONE TO THE EXCLUSION OF THE OTHER

I lust for things to improve.

(From the Greek: οὐ (“not”) and τόπος (“place”))