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Hijacking the Panic Wagon
yesterday, I had six weeks
to make my cross-country journey
today,
I have ten sleeps ‘til Brooklyn
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Exercise One
(Back to the basics)
ground yourself
see
feel
hear
smell
taste
I can’t see for shit,
eyes jumping ship before
I could finish reading
the carefully worded bomb
detonating on boring white
photocopied letter head
I’m surprised you didn’t
lose a few fingers
typing that up
my apartment’s been rented
to some other idiot
crazy enough to live
in this wasteland
of nondescript normality;
blah, blah, blah
effective December first
PS ~ we forgot to tell you
a month ago
ope!
for what it cost to live here,
you should have gone
with embossed, asshole
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
sweat trickles
down throbbing temples
skin overheated
chilled to the bone
overlapping confusion
and clarity;
I want to run
but my feet won’t move
rooted
to this ugly brown carpet
it’s soft
there we go
now we’re getting somewhere
Maybe.
fuck!
fuck!
Fuck.
do you hear what I hear?
the upstairs neighbors
are dragging bodies
across the floor again;
you’d think by now
they’d learn to miss
the furniture
rain against the roof
no
hungover, I left
my noise machine on
this morning,
stumbling out of bed
to call in sick to work
sick of my own shit, ha!
I tilt my head back
towards the wall;
the entire universe
comes along
for the ride
I’m going to be sick
fuck!
Fuck.
fight or flight is a funny thing
when you can do neither
I sink into this moment;
finding the proverbial
happy place;
it’s still happy for me, you know
breathe in,
breathe out
breathe in,
breathe out
breathe in,
breathe out
someone is grilling,
lucky bastards
the flaming sirloin
makes unabashed love
to crisp autumn air
I still want to go camping
and...onions?
I’m jealous,
which beats being
suffocated
any day of the week
Fuck.
my tongue finally
braves the open space
between my teeth
to taste iron on my lips
there’s already enough
blood in this water,
no more
fuck.
trembling fingers
nervously gripping ~
sipping dollar store tea
from a handmade cup
the story of my life
pen and paper in hand
embossed, because
I’m not an asshole
I plan sure steps
with shaky fingers
I have ten whole days
to make my cross-country journey
today,
I have ten sleeps ‘til Brooklyn
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Exercise One
(Back to the basics)
ground yourself
see
feel
hear
smell
taste
I can’t see for shit,
eyes jumping ship before
I could finish reading
the carefully worded bomb
detonating on boring white
photocopied letter head
I’m surprised you didn’t
lose a few fingers
typing that up
my apartment’s been rented
to some other idiot
crazy enough to live
in this wasteland
of nondescript normality;
blah, blah, blah
effective December first
PS ~ we forgot to tell you
a month ago
ope!
for what it cost to live here,
you should have gone
with embossed, asshole
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck.
sweat trickles
down throbbing temples
skin overheated
chilled to the bone
overlapping confusion
and clarity;
I want to run
but my feet won’t move
rooted
to this ugly brown carpet
it’s soft
there we go
now we’re getting somewhere
Maybe.
fuck!
fuck!
Fuck.
do you hear what I hear?
the upstairs neighbors
are dragging bodies
across the floor again;
you’d think by now
they’d learn to miss
the furniture
rain against the roof
no
hungover, I left
my noise machine on
this morning,
stumbling out of bed
to call in sick to work
sick of my own shit, ha!
I tilt my head back
towards the wall;
the entire universe
comes along
for the ride
I’m going to be sick
fuck!
Fuck.
fight or flight is a funny thing
when you can do neither
I sink into this moment;
finding the proverbial
happy place;
it’s still happy for me, you know
breathe in,
breathe out
breathe in,
breathe out
breathe in,
breathe out
someone is grilling,
lucky bastards
the flaming sirloin
makes unabashed love
to crisp autumn air
I still want to go camping
and...onions?
I’m jealous,
which beats being
suffocated
any day of the week
Fuck.
my tongue finally
braves the open space
between my teeth
to taste iron on my lips
there’s already enough
blood in this water,
no more
fuck.
trembling fingers
nervously gripping ~
sipping dollar store tea
from a handmade cup
the story of my life
pen and paper in hand
embossed, because
I’m not an asshole
I plan sure steps
with shaky fingers
I have ten whole days
Published 18th Nov 2020
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Hooray I’m the first to comment sister!
I love the speed the raw truism & the essence of this entire magical piece, I just love it Luna!
trembling fingers
nervously gripping ~
sipping dollar store tea <<<
from a handmade cup <<<
the story of my life <<< fucking brilliant lady🥳
I so feel you darling 👍🏻
Write in
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Love Jackie xx
I love the speed the raw truism & the essence of this entire magical piece, I just love it Luna!
trembling fingers
nervously gripping ~
sipping dollar store tea <<<
from a handmade cup <<<
the story of my life <<< fucking brilliant lady🥳
I so feel you darling 👍🏻
Write in
Listed
Love Jackie xx
And this hahaha so wonderfully real!
I love bbq in autumn too !
someone is grilling,
lucky bastards <<<< lmao!
the flaming sirloin
makes unabashed love
to crisp autumn air
I still want to go camping
and...onions?
I’m jealous,
which beats being
suffocated
any day of the week
Hehe you write this so well Luna, like we are having a one to one face to face conversation 😊 Jackie xx
I love bbq in autumn too !
someone is grilling,
lucky bastards <<<< lmao!
the flaming sirloin
makes unabashed love
to crisp autumn air
I still want to go camping
and...onions?
I’m jealous,
which beats being
suffocated
any day of the week
Hehe you write this so well Luna, like we are having a one to one face to face conversation 😊 Jackie xx
18th Nov 2020 8:19pm
Anonymous
18th Nov 2020 2:15am
Just a brilliant 'steam of consciousness' spill, allowing us all a peek behind the curtain of Luna. You're one hell of a writer, lady. I think it was DaisyGrace that once said she'd head up the Luna "fan girl group"... she'd absolutely have another member in me. 100%
I am always so enthralled with your work and read everything you post.
Thank you so much for sharing with us...
(and I'll ask Daisy about our 't-shirts'.. lmao.)
💜
xoxo
B
I am always so enthralled with your work and read everything you post.
Thank you so much for sharing with us...
(and I'll ask Daisy about our 't-shirts'.. lmao.)
💜
xoxo
B
18th Nov 2020 8:20pm
Thank you so much for all your support and for the light you always bring, Blue 💜
18th Nov 2020 4:30am
Dear L,
This write sums up almost everything I have to push myself to do on any given day. The angst trying to navigate the super market can put me up and over. Trying to move cross country would undoubtedly land me in the hospital. You’re strong and amazing. Plus this poem is fear tinged with humor and I love it because it makes me feel less isolated. Well done and thank you.
H🌷
This write sums up almost everything I have to push myself to do on any given day. The angst trying to navigate the super market can put me up and over. Trying to move cross country would undoubtedly land me in the hospital. You’re strong and amazing. Plus this poem is fear tinged with humor and I love it because it makes me feel less isolated. Well done and thank you.
H🌷
18th Nov 2020 8:20pm
I both love and hate that you can relate to this. Thank you, Honoria. It absolutely helps to know you aren’t alone 💜.
18th Nov 2020 1:35pm
Is it all writers who tend toward nervousness, or just a few of us blessed souls? I have to pull myself up and look over the ledge of change to see that the drop isn't as far as I had worked it up to be. But that pull up is always hard and sometimes never happens. Tip of the hat for such a major change.
This whole piece speaks to the anxiety of everyday with just enough humor to keep it human.
This whole piece speaks to the anxiety of everyday with just enough humor to keep it human.
18th Nov 2020 8:22pm
I think it’s part of the fire that compels us to create. Thank you so very much, Eerie 💜.
18th Nov 2020 4:08pm
18th Nov 2020 8:22pm
18th Nov 2020 4:38pm
You fucking rock. Gripped me with the perfect oscillations of detail and diatribe, palpable nuance of emotions, voice honest and vulnerable, you're finger painting with a river of light.
18th Nov 2020 8:23pm
