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mud skipper
finally fixed the forever wheel
only to find fresh mud
a puddle as large
as mania's deceit
If I were to get out and push
my last good disc would slip
out from my spine
but if I stay too long
the memories I mock
would stockpile hypodermics
into the permafrost
These are the moments to exorcise
to banish, to paint a face on patience
and act real nice to the smug prick
Pour the rest of the whiskey
and make the fucker laugh
Ask him what songs
remind him of his lover
and always
always
ask his name first
any confidence game requires trust
only to find fresh mud
a puddle as large
as mania's deceit
If I were to get out and push
my last good disc would slip
out from my spine
but if I stay too long
the memories I mock
would stockpile hypodermics
into the permafrost
These are the moments to exorcise
to banish, to paint a face on patience
and act real nice to the smug prick
Pour the rest of the whiskey
and make the fucker laugh
Ask him what songs
remind him of his lover
and always
always
ask his name first
any confidence game requires trust
Published 31st Aug 2013
| Edited 1st Sep 2013
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Anonymous
31st Aug 2013 11:24pm
you are a brilliant writer lb...enjoyed your craft here...
strider
strider
1st Sep 2013 00:55am
I babbled here a while back while you were still online. Said a lot of nothing. Maybe you literally are in a boat stuck with a skipper in the mud and someone needs to push. Maybe the wheel is addiction and you are hanging with a junkie who is getting something else for you. Maybe you are like a mudskipper amphibeous between a mental and a physical world. The more I think about it the more I get myself lost in the maybe of lots of things.
It is a bit hard reading poetry sometimes. We start to talk like psychologists diagnosing multiple personality disorder. Somebody speaks and we ask the motive. We see a person and then wonder is this a real person, a different aspect of the same person, or a projection.
For that reason I have to withdraw all previous speculations that the wordy me put here and kindly ask for explanation.
It is a bit hard reading poetry sometimes. We start to talk like psychologists diagnosing multiple personality disorder. Somebody speaks and we ask the motive. We see a person and then wonder is this a real person, a different aspect of the same person, or a projection.
For that reason I have to withdraw all previous speculations that the wordy me put here and kindly ask for explanation.
1st Sep 2013 11:53am
I loved that speculation
I didn't wanna respond because you made the thing so much bigger than it is
the forever wheel..is my motivation, inspiration, well being...stability and happiness are little wheels, the big or forever wheel is the important one
finally got it moving- easy
found fresh mud -easy, first bout of lazy,pseudo depressed, stuck
get out and push- impulsive, reactionary,will hurt myself
mock my memories/hypos- there is the addiction. spend too much time wallowing, and I have seen what happens...
the answer for me is patience,,,the rest is me trying to con patience because its the best way to slow down, ascertain how to get out of the mud, then do it...but I don't trust it, we aren't old friends, its outside of my comfort zone to be patient so I am conning myself really
seriously thank you tons for the comments, I read them all and cant properly show the appreciation I have for you spending time and respect to my crudely arranged stacks of letters...preciatted big time
oh, the category, unless I can very easily and obviously slap it into a category, I almost always just make it "love"
I didn't wanna respond because you made the thing so much bigger than it is
the forever wheel..is my motivation, inspiration, well being...stability and happiness are little wheels, the big or forever wheel is the important one
finally got it moving- easy
found fresh mud -easy, first bout of lazy,pseudo depressed, stuck
get out and push- impulsive, reactionary,will hurt myself
mock my memories/hypos- there is the addiction. spend too much time wallowing, and I have seen what happens...
the answer for me is patience,,,the rest is me trying to con patience because its the best way to slow down, ascertain how to get out of the mud, then do it...but I don't trust it, we aren't old friends, its outside of my comfort zone to be patient so I am conning myself really
seriously thank you tons for the comments, I read them all and cant properly show the appreciation I have for you spending time and respect to my crudely arranged stacks of letters...preciatted big time
oh, the category, unless I can very easily and obviously slap it into a category, I almost always just make it "love"
4th Sep 2013 1:03am
Braggman I very much appreciate everything that you said, and weighed it all... as I told ya, I didn't respond because the damned site was acting fishy
never pull a punch, please
never pull a punch, please
