It’s been a few days since I
tickled the keyboard
to push out a few thoughts…
There are
things on my mind
to express,
but there are things on my mind…
Thoughts can either focus or distract…
*
Of course,
taking a bite of molten pizza
so hot that
cooked flesh peels off
the roof of your mouth
just minutes later…
That blister immediately bursting
and grey/translucent skin
hanging down…
That can be a distraction…
But there are worse things…
*
I think I just had a fairly interesting dream…
Lately, I don’t usually remember
if I still have them…
But I know that I do…
The only detail was driving on a flat tire…
And then losing the car…
Forgetting where it was parked…
There were many odd and interesting details,
but on waking,
as often happens,
that world and all of its details
quickly fades…
But it’s when I remember all of the details
that there is cause for concern…
There are worse things…
*
So I’m writing
to make sure I keep writing…
Admittedly, a little distracted…
Lost something recently that,
well,
every time I find it,
it seems to immediately go away…
Over time…
Throughout my life…
Always eluding my grasp
like philosophy…
Always bittersweet in affect…
*
The same song playing over and over
in the next room
over deep snoring…
Can’t identify the song over the sawing,
but it seems to have been playing for hours
on a loop…
Slept through it,
but it may have worked its way into the dream…
There are worse things…
You can get used to anything
with proper conditioning…
Comfort and discomfort are subjective…
*
I’ve got lots of things to be happy about,
but I can still allow a little bit of a slump
in my shine…
It’s not permanent…
But it is a real emotion…
It was a real thing…
There was a vague feeling of helplessness
in that dream I can’t quite remember…
So it was just the kind
that processed current and personal events…
Sometimes life has to let you know
it is real…
Very real…
Tread lightly…
And take care
in every little thing that you do…
*
I can hear the zombie dog
stumbling by the baby gate
that guards my door…
He’s beginning to lose conscious control
of his limbs,
his bladder,
likely his vital organs…
Darkness fading in around the edges…
Visibly so…
I try to help him up and down the back stairs,
but the help he actually needs
is someone compassionate enough
to end his life…
And that person isn’t me…
*
That person isn’t me, right now…
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