what was that…

where’d he go?

transient obsessions dependably
move on towards whatever point
in the sky they’re bound for. let
’em go; no reason to hang around
if gravity isn’t getting involved. when
ya wrap my gifts in barbed wire &
forget the band-aids, you don’t have
to say a word.

i’ll stay still, transfixed, staring at a night
sky i can barely see from look-inn point.
a little imagination goes a long way
out here under a wannabe starry
night ripped from canvas to be pasted
overhead. before that it was a girl
who loved anne sexton poems hangin’
around but she’s somewhere in the sky
too. before that; i don’t know. doesn’t
really mean anything.

my mentality of a flesh-wound lifestyle;
nothing serious, ’cause i ain’t gonna
remember anyway. standard treatment
calls for immersion therapy as long as
it takes to convince the patient that
everything is exactly where they’re
supposed to be. i ain’t got the faith for
any of that to work on me.

time
money
identity
purpose

mission creep towards look-inn point
where i’ll rendezvous with my shadow
& be reminded how lucky i can be if i
set my mind to it. dead-set against it
but what can you say? bullets hurt.
i’m told to take credit for parenthetic
victories i know nothing about.
evidence jibes more with defeat. it
looks the same to me but i’m willing to
be convinced i’m wrong.

if it’s easy enough on you, i’m gonna
sleep on it. if it still feels right come
sunrise, all questions will be answered;
just not by me. got a cigarette?

——————————————

Dedicated to the honored dead everywhere. You gonna tell us how it got that way? Inspired by chronic delusions of reality cashing out at the casino knowing it’s time to find a new game to play.

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2 Responses to “what was that…”

  1. Scent of my heart Says:

    I’m glad to see you write on different topics … Always enjoying your point of view on things … I like the saying about the reality cashing out at the casino, so true, life is like a game, but lately we all seem to play the wrong games … and most of all the big whales, with bets of gold are into much inappropriate games …

  2. belladonna23 Says:

    “where’d he go?…”
    um. to the sky? somewhere over the rainbow? or maybe he went somewhere no one here has the capacity to imagine- nothing like religion. I’m not sure if you are a religious person, but I know I’m not. Where’d he go…. i dont know. where do dreams go to die anyway?

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