I must remember to
ask this morning’s
mechanic for
headache medicine
I don’t think
I’ll be able to
forget
and I will be gracious
because it hurts
just from
the crunch of
eating cereal
all day yesterday
like this, into the night
and waking
with a delirium of
head pain
imagining my own
personal end times
fevered at room temperature
unable
unstable
making my rounds
in typical movements
from a make believe death bed
fantasy freestyle battles
the soul expressing itself
from the standpoint
that everything
is a battle
so we don’t eat dirt
we must evolve
into not always
thinking we can
give the soundest
advice all the time
life settles around you
life bustles around you
life hustles around you
what are you
going to do about it?
all I know to do is
write poems
into earth and air
into water into fire
to paper to tilted landscapes
and see how it shapes
or does
not shape
see how the mind escapes
or does
not escape
witness earthquakes that devastate
like headaches
there’s no aura left
if anything you’ve got
auras in your holes
someone something some you
punched them through
for the love of abuse
at work I have found
no social nitch
it’s so far all about
doing the work
and doing it well
then sneaking in
some writing and reading
when I can
I write about
being just
who I say I am
why add preservatives?
I say I can
never again
be a part of a movement
and I like
how it sounds
to some it brings
alarm and the
need to write
whack-ass letters
so that they
can feel better
Matthew tells me:
“I’m suspicious of people who
try to give advice all the time.”
I admit these days
I’m spread out thin
it’s something I have to
think out some more
see if there’s truth to it
or maya
a bag of tricks, lies
well meaning
in disguise
today’s pain
in the weight of
sand bags on my brain
and just
behind my eyes
an attack of
fruit flies
to annoy you
and contort you
admit this is war
but walk in peace
through the war
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