“queen sized bed”
usually i gotta pretend i didn’t
hear a thing. cut loose from
warm hands (as such) there’s
no need for pretense. i’ve got
music playing softly, enough
heat to fill a queen size bed
& featherstone smiles imbibed
at an astonishing rate.
whatever this is, i can’t rec-
commend it enough. flight
achieved at little or no cost.
everyone excels at something;
arguments over temporality
ain’t gonna get us anywhere.
some people won’t accept
anything they can’t see with
their own eyes.
more for me.
during a cigarette break
between retro-gestion, a
matching pair of mostly
closed eyes congratulate
each other on dreamless sleep.
sprawled out & fixated on a
blurry spot just out of my field
of vision, not caring about the
fate of the universe because
i’ve beaten back an entire
evening on the only planet
i’ll ever touch.
how much territory must be
conquered before i can form
my own empire? tell me tomo-
row; not even nightmares &
spinal pain could keep me
from a reservation with my
mattress. assuming i can
get off the floor, i’m
puttin’ today in the win
column before it starts.
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Bein’ TWTC is the only reason this one made it out. Thought a lot about recent events both here & around the world. Us extraneous folk are listening to music and readying for closed-eye examination of something a muse said about a ridiculous teleological argument that good luck can be quantified. These pieces don’t fit. Wonder where they are supposed to be…?
Inspired by a partially true story with minor changes for dramatic effect. Great license was taken at every opportunity, so consider it more ‘partial’ than ‘true.’ Dedicated to a painted friend who really likes to pull my leg.