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Afternoon Thoughts Upon my Return + Recent Crap Samples  (***Not A Poem / Filler / Long***)

(***some offensive content***)
 
 
in the armpit sweat of shirtless thirty degree afternoon
I compose this short correspondence
 
apologies to you all my good followers from afar
I have not been so present these last many whiles
during all that may have passed with you
 
all your adrenal celebrations or organ clenchings since then
I was not there to be part of the provisions or pickpocketings...
 
 
 
alas!
I have changed mine locale
new rhythms and tap waters
different direction of the feet at sleep
 
but it's the same old thing that is my myness
though fifteen pound heavier and a little less endurant
on the long walks out past the edge of reality town
 
and it's the same grumbly creaky countenance of day
the lack of loan credibility and pacing giggly
through the evenings across the floor
stationed calmly at the main window searching out
at Destiny, chatty girls and nothing
 
 
 
but worry not, I've fended off
careers and church weddings for yet another season
 
and I will return here
with some semblance of anthological routine
 
for me this new place could be
a Port Hopeless Phase all over again
 
but with a 2 and a 1/2 day work week
the monster of mainstream society will
keep me in my covers mostly obedient
and the dishes won't pile up too often
 
so I shan't go too far off this time!
 
 
plus I am to be engaged this summer to foot pedals and dialers
turning my telecaster into incorrect uses of electricity
 
 
and oh this internet world!
profiles and passwords abounding
words and sounds clouding over my once pure brain
which was once clear and smooth as lake pebbled beaches
intricately as tree branch in the northern winds
 
 
but no more,
now the sleek material products and better consumer choices
must be made for the continuing connections
 
 
and I'm being forced back onto facebook again!
 
 
 
I'm not quite ready for Poetry yet
I'll have to ease back in
 
another month or so of absence
to get the frustration and fervency
collected up at the gates ready for burst
 
then shall be the return of my wandery typing finger
(of which you all will be forced to deal with once again...)
(enjoy your relaxations and clear thinking until then!)
(while you have the chance!)
 
(there's some real bad stuff up ahead - the early stuff -
going to be posted when I get back here...)
 
 
 
perhaps not as bad, or just the same
as what's going on in my notebook these days:
 
(WARNING: REALLY BAD ATTEMPT OF EROTICA AHEAD!)
(this was labelled a "Filler" poem, so you were warned...)
 
(in fact it was so bad, I had to delete it from the mix here...)
 
 
 ----- REMOVED CONTENT ----

 
 
BAD BAD BAD !!!
 
I best not attend to romances until the fall...
 
 
 
and then the philosophical musings
spewed single sentencedly across the pages:
 
 
 
"Everything is already this!"
 
and
 
"I should die one of these days!"
 
 
 
CRAP CRAP CRAP !!!
 
 
and on the social commentary front:
 
 
 
"I just want food from a refrigerator
And pornography from a computer screen!
Is that too much to ask for?!
 
I just want water from a tap
And the ceaseless absorption of humanity's artistic and intellectual outpourings from the comfort of a polyester reclining chair!
Is that too much to ask for?!
 
I just want to giggle at life outside my window
While unmanned military drone jets destroy villages 20,000 kilometers away!
Is that too much to ask for?!"

 
 
BLAND BLAND BLAND !!!
 
yep, boring slop not edgy enough that even the surveillance programs
imbedded into our computer devices wouldn't register a threat!
 
even the drugs poems component of the notebook
generic and reproduced as the way clock-time still continues to proceed:
 
 
 
"Locked in late afternoon chambers of past mind
So hard to stay together, when I fall into sleep
It is the death you must again and again endure...
 
We're all patched together for short whiles...
 
Try to keep one formless form
Try to keep non-organic sight
 
We'll fit into these rooms, all our little things
 
It was meant
It was orchestrated
 
To be real as the always-growing
Yet excused at our end-times alone unseen
and still strapped to the unfolding..."
 
 
and
 
 
 
"What is telepathy?
 
- Like when we smoked that joint
And we were in the same room
Silent and trying to stare at nothing
 
Struggling with the single-time body
When it was so crazy and just couldn't be
And you agreed so it have must have been
 
Trying not to be brought to parchedness
Trying not to be so flung away
Not to arise concern in the eyes of each other
 
It was that communication which held us through those hours
It better have been...
 
If it isn't, then we are in trouble
We'll never make it through space."
 
 
and also
 
 
"Together we join as breath, as blood
As assembling and recombining,
Together after all these lengths of annihilations
We can be as stream unto each other
 
Flowing through grasses, around the rocks
Under forests, into sunlights
 
Of all words learned
Of all words chosen
The ones of help and lifting
Actions of letting, and keeping
And protecting
 
We have grown and have been shown
The peaceful resting, sure together
 
Death and loss of breath inevitable
Death and loss of breath are nothing
Meaningless flickering of a thought
Untouching our spacious of sight
 
This room is room
And together we can"
 
 
 
the Madman still makes the odd appearances:
 
 
"Neighbour: Long time no see!
How you doing these days?
 
 
Madman: Still on that same path...
You know, either on route to becoming
 
One of the most important literary figures of the 21st Century,
 
Or ending up homeless and unknown and left for dead
In the ditches with mental health problems at the age of 45...
 
Somewhere in the spectrum between those...
 
 
Neighbour: I see, well uh..."
 
 
and
 
 
 "All This is just for that," the Madman states,
 While pointing to the concept of procreation.
 
 
 
 
that should do you all enough for a while
the evening with it's crisp light and choral insect
now beckon and I must attend to stretches and hydrations
dishes and house cleaning
 
the menial chores of apartment life
which is both the destruction and preservation
of the modern unknown artist
 
 
I'll be back in a few weeks
not quite ready for the ventures into verse
 
it's going to take a while to be
duly and unruly Poetic again.
Written by jIMNUT_rOARIN
Published | Edited 16th Jul 2015
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