the residue
of a thousand
world war twos
compressed into
an afternoon.
Like early deaths
or less expressed regrets
everything seems
to come too soon.
the last beat of a breast
our chest at its fullest
why wait for
dismissal, life's
winter thistle
drawn across
the soles of
our feet
hit the road
like its on fire
see clear past
the befuddled
trees.
(talk, the mind expands, its not easy but was the inescapable lack of clarity in this world what I rebel against to begin with? How do you fight against things when the world says everything is wrong? I don't understand why things are confusing sometimes but I know that I breached the hardest barrier of all in life which is realize that everything I am, everything that I have, all the ability that I possess-that I am thankful for everything. Everything is transitory. There is as much life on the surface of a painting as there is on the floor of the ocean. mountains crumble and clocks run out of batteries. The world is FULL OF EVIL but I won't give up because I have seen blue skies. I still think we can ALL get there.
The suicides of gay children make me wanna holler. we send our children off to die. throw handfuls of daisies into the wind. escape. sleep. dreams. bob.
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