Posts for 2020 (page 206)

What I learned on the internet

“(Don’t you know this?)
If we would all just repent of our sins
He would make this world
right again”

Self Titled

More and more
Any moor is like
Any other moor, anymore.

Fern Forest

When I build a house
When I
Can I borrow your abacus and saw?

Adorably unaware
The ticky tacky melting
Fanning the crawlspace
A veritable rainantforest
[antrainforest
Lashing with no see ums

Yes? No? Maybe?

Can the dead really live again?
Why do we grow old and die?

Says the pink pamphlet
accompanying the hand written letter
I just found in my mailbox at 1227 am

Romans 15:4 (abridged by Jerielle)
Everything written in the bible is to teach us hope through watching the past struggles of mankind

“Because of the coronavirus I am reaching out to you by letter. (You may not have heard of this crazy god whose shenanigans we’ve come to know and love)
Many people today are uncertain about the future…

Me: Are they usually certain? Damn.

You may have questions
We have answers.

Me: Oh I have questions. I better not look this verse up in Hebrew
So I can translate 

“Whatever the reason,
All was put down as it happened
To teach or to learn
That we shall all wait eagerly for what we don’t know
And through exhortation of this recording
Know and experience
True character perfected”

(Translation by Jerielle)

So then,
we all have answers.

Please don’t go away
One day you will forget me
I’ll remember you

                         – abandonment issues

It wasn’t bad luck that evening.
It was broadcast murder, and that,
Uncontroversial. 

                                                   But,
Now ain’t the time for your prayers
To that deaf god in heaven, where
Kneeling never quite done it before.

Not like it done today.

Don’t tell me “this is not my America.”
I don’t want to know.

“It was another day at the office baby.
He presented a clear and present threat.
He tried to trick me honey.
He fell, but he was resisting arrest.
Daddy had to make it home- hey!
Life is hard for me as it is.
Who makes sure I make it home?
Hang up the phone!
I’m afraid of their anger, their tricks, their shock, and surprise.
No.  When I’m working, my hunches are right.
God watching (he)
I knelt carefully to end this, praying for the threat to subside.
God watching (he)
I knelt ever so gently, then the threat quit play acting, and died.”

Murder on the networks,
Snuff porn flashing on the feed.
This is my America. 
They can hardly breathe.
It is later in the evening, 
The eight nations begging please.
He is in my head this morning,
I’m not even looking at the feed.
This is my home, this America.
Where history teaches if I do not speak,
They may one day come for me.

Run roughshod over
fallow thoughts until
a furrow deep enough
to sleep in opens,
close the eyes
let fall the jaw
worm into the sub
world where symbols
now have drifted,
the confluence
of rivulets into rivers
churning dreams.

Mama always said,
“Don’t rise above your raising” 
But how can she blame me for rising above Her teachings?

The worlds ever-changing.
 The people who refused to get moving, they are stuck in an old way of thinking. 

That outdated mindset will poison the minds of their children.

And those children will grow sheltered by the belief’s of a generation that refused to acknowledge their projected destruction.

They see no fault in their ways,
“I was raised this way”, they will say, the excuses of the ignorant spewing into the streets.
A toxic waste that was meant to be left but still remains the beast that raises its ugly head. It’s glittering teeth stained with the blood of the ones who thought they would never have to fight this fight again. 

Growing away from the soil you were sown in isn’t as hard as you may think. 

And rising above your raising shouldn’t bring bring you shame. 

But remaining the same, well, it should. 

When a limb
is wounded severely enough
that it spends months
enshrouded
no light of day, let alone water
The skin
takes on characteristics of alliums:
layering itself over itself, or rather
under.
What one might not be prepared for
is what comes after:
not
the reptilian shedding, no
but the rebirth
of every scar previously acquired. Even
the ones long-forgotten, the ones Time
sanded & smoothed,
the ones you weren’t sure anymore
which limb they’d happened to.

hatred, mistrust, blame
suspicion, disgust, shame
all the king’s horses
and all the king’s men
see evils that’ve taken their toll
all the while following a declaration
given by the yellow-haired troll

Ask the right questions!
What will the new normal be?
Oh  – that’s up to me?

Get back to normal?
Just go back to how things were?
I can’t be doin ‘ that!

What change is needed?
Will love heal a broken world?
It begins with me

There’s so much that happens when you get that moment all to yourself
If you let it
A poem or a song
Sometimes it’s earth shaking
Sometimes you cry with joy
The heavens unfurl giant green staircases
A stranger has a look in their eye you can read like a novel
You find yourself inside a character you invented, packing around your suitcase picnic table
Drinking tankards of beer at a 300 yr old bowling alley, wandering streets made of ledges that curve down into glowing infinity
teeming with cats and silk scarf filled handbags
The scent of tobacco rolling you over into empty cornfields, some devilish, fierce rhythm beating into your neck
a mocking glance to set fire to an imaginary man named Nielson Bainbridge, riding in his full armor upon a horse
into a dark pool of shellfish
The water now sucking your body down
like thick warm oil
And sunflowers bursting from the glint
Yes, all of that
In a few moments
You stole back from the crowds
You panned from the moonshine
You found gifted on your doorstep by the wandering Tanuki
Or stuck somewhere in the 8 apochromatic lenses of a voightlander

In between all the real things that were happening

    precaution paranoia
  funjoke 
humor           wit
      glee       sadism
 poison eruc 
  want                       hunger envy
love
u
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t
       care-free
                                  blind
fic
   truth
         ion