once upon a—
no forget it—
**THERE IS NO SUSTENANCE HERE.**
this house of bones and
hero worship, scraping us all
down to the knees,
under covers
clinging
faithless
by the
knuckles
to celebrity
skin
like cheap porn or
moldy wallpaper
*best scrubbed
thoroughly in the
bathroom sink*
another shitty politician
a can of Pringles and a
half tank of gas
media frenzy
brick by brick
forever halting our
tongues before the fire
oh, how
i wish i had a
place to go where
what i imagine is
as important as
what i know
where everywhere you look
isn’t a
deep
blue
funk
like a fog you
just can’t shake
where genius is genuine
and we’re not all
fashionistas
spending our
Saturdays sipping
lattes on a swing set
or otherwise in the
business of making
caricatures
of ourselves
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tell it! shakespeare’s soliloquy about being or not being takes another form here
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Yes, ma’am! I’m glad you enjoyed it…and I like the parallel you drew there. You’ve given me a new way of looking at this…thank you 🙂
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you are welcome 🙂
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Love this. Just fantastic.
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Thank you!
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Such a delight to taste the words and rhythm.
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Thank you so much! I’m really glad you liked this one 😁
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Ultramodern. The honesty in this is so refreshing! Really enjoyed reading it 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂 I find that writing pieces like this are somewhat cathartic.
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“Oh how i wish i had a place to go where what i imagine was as important as what i know” Perfect!
I have spent a while this evening reading some of your pieces.
Great food for thought and so beautifully punctuated with the art work. Thank you.
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Wow, thank you very much for taking the time to read my work. I am glad you enjoyed it. This piece, in particular, was a lot of fun. Thanks again for the comment!
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