the winds are picking up and predicted is bad weather typical of this time of year. there is much bad television which I am tuning out tonight. to add insult to injury, my day at work. a lesser man would return the next morning with a machine gun and spray the place. I wonder if the people split in two would fountain up green bills from their insides. destroying them is like destroying vending machines, ATM machines. thought about this today actually, how they will bring their own doom. how sad it is. I really don’t want things to be like this. I’m in such a compromised position that sometimes I forget about it, but I walk around in that compromised underwater world and try to live a decent life. it’s to frustration. sometimes I don’t realize it. and then I pray, I remember to pray, and pray for remembrance, and all things personal and spiritual. these are intimate tortured moments of a struggle going on which no one else can clearly see, waiting for an .eps to rasterize. praying, hoping, quieting, thinking, believing.
I hope
and they
lay bricks together
in the refurbished sidewalk
my head scatters
a moment
these are moments
in a life
everything coming out of my mouth
is an enemy
none of it represents the true heart
so I write
bricks are loose
walking over them
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