ice jami am an ice jam in an April arctic river, the stress of motion worsens the syndrome. The water flows, swift as days, and every passing ripple shudders through all who touch meice jam
i realize now that my prayers for dynamite are not uncalled for and in that, a word of praise
to the order of my mind. jammed though it is, it is still a beautiful work from nature or God
i cannot say, but that doesn't factor in.
the icebreaker is coming, and perhaps it will
get jammed but more likely the river
response to a challengeworld-weary distrust seems to be falling out of vogue and out of use and out of my headresponse to a challenge
my sneer is fading and my middle finger is tiring but any other attitude feels foreign on my face
weeks spent in uncertainty leave me less capable but no less culpable in the green fog filling my life
fearing for sanity has been my pastime but blindly following the pipe brings its own rewards painfully obvious questions
who is to say i am sane or not? who is to survey the stab wounds the gapin
misguided melodramamisguided melodrama shimmers with glimmers of hope a way to cope with darkened skies and violet eyes behind cheap glasses the masses in a panic like the Titanic breaking the mold reaching for gold medals and stars and shiny fast cars reward is cheap with nothing to keep the hurt of loss but you're the boss of your fate and the gate to your pool so clean and so cool is swingin open and you're hopin your two-year-old ain't face-down and cold you hope and pray every night and daymisguided melodrama
Must be timethe clock spins circles around my head the bed props me up above all the waste i've disgraced this sanctuary withMust be time
i must stop telling myself to stop telling myself what to do
inaction breeds entropy and i rely on the chaos of life to break the cycle of imprisonment
both the parson and the parishioner spend Tuesday evening drinking tea and puzzling out the Sunday Times crossword
11 25 09you are a warhead i am bikini atoll you radiate me when the dust settles sun yellow sky blue i will be part you irrevocably11 25 09
nothing else will grow now only you
a townthere is a town mapped out on the shadow of the earth, where the people just walk aimlessly on scorching concrete because they wasted all of their energy driving each other crazy.a town
there is a town that never boasts of itself on the highway, a town where they misuse emotions-- happiness to express friendships ended by the slam of a door, sadness to reveal the pride of a vine that has finally grown beyond the open window with a youthful rosebud for a mind. valentines are sold at the corner of every street because this is true love,
An experimental autumn walk
High
enjoy life's masquerade
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Regards,
Michaeldavitt ; }
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rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
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rain flow to the roots
rain drench my boots
rain douse the flame
rain forget this poet's name
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"And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations; they are quite aware of what they are going through."
-david bowie.
having writers block at the moment
so hopefully soon
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"And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations; they are quite aware of what they are going through."
-david bowie.
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