with death is what these canines and crowns get through thrice most days such horrible stench perhaps the one of decay if not for the toothbrush's morbid routine
the washing † they say water cleanses, purifies perhaps a symobilc ritualistic necessity the bath a futile fight against (one's) nature yet we do it, till it is done, for us † † the look † into the mirror oh the mirror how it tells me the opposite of what i am †
poetry's birth † is the moment of madness † where the truth breaks free † of all shackles † all walls † walks out charging † with half its umbilical cord † still attached and vernix † covering it head to toe † enough to send † the dolls the mannequins † into hiding behind the dark † tinted mirrors † † † † † † † † ;-) † †
you were worried forever whenever i was not in sight whether am out in the woods or the neighborhood be it abode luxurious or amongst enemies furious am i truly 'home' there safe, you meant i guess or perhaps you meant at peace may be i should stop trying † conveying the near-misses the true meaning of †home † oh how i cannot wait to tell you Mumma that i have found her † yes dear Mom i have found, h o m e. †
when the cold of the space engulfed the hot potato rotating about its twisted axis † it felt † pain † lobbed into this plane after collision in another which left it hot along with its rot † the gravity of its own situation lost in perpetual oblivion † cold is the truth of the universe no matter how large the explosion be it †the short radio burst or a supernova the reality is † the cold prevails † black holes are the fates the...
is easy just show them the mirror let them see where they truly stand
† critiquing a piece of art is taking stabs at the shadow that is cast relative to an angle [and time, in their life] that they are standing at † staying at the feet † of the statue of colossus at midday claiming it ain't colossus 'cause it only casts a tiny shadow not proportional to its size † tell me whats wrong? † what does that say † about the self proclaimed art critic? † ...
heating self up † and shouting out loud † changes nothing † nothing changes † † life goes on † with or without you † slingshots and lowballs † are weapons of the meek † † words † possessed by all † thinking only one has them † well... † † bricks and mortars † good way to confine self † from everything 'cept † the cold hard reality † †