It came on the 31-----The white flag of those snarling pained shoulders suing for peace after the taunts to one of being one---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One------------------------------ something about being a young woman sitting sadly on a throne, this angry crone------------------------------------------------------had replied with laughter----Whoa---- Then that frown---- What The Fuck------as those invalid shoulders continued to bully------ One understands the pain in explaining what was absurd to a mind gone rabid----- You Dare To Lecture Me On What Is----- You------------- Enough----------You--------------- Asshole---------- Bravo------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The snarls cut------
Nothing after-------- Words cauterized----- By I will take whatever shit you dish out because I love you and I understand. And I will keep on calling your bluffs-----------------------------------------
---------------Like “It’s all understandable” or “It’s all right” or all those words of shrugs----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I will never leave you. You’re stuck with my unconditional love, bitch------------------
Or from----- Cry! Grieve those many deaths! Cry for all the lies you’re called--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Believed
To the sigh of---- What for?
-------------------------------------- One had survived limbos, what more the chosen
hells----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Yeah
------- All Hail The Queen Of Hell Back On--------Cower, Bow, En Guard the brains, Brace those hearts, Cover the balls, Sheath them dicks motherfuckers---------------------------------------
Laughter after, here and there like drizzles ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Looking at Junior becoming nerves and no longer able to crawl the end of the year---- Tsk, Tsk, Fucking Finish What You Start, Look at them, To The Death If Necessary------------------
Courage-------Junior says But…But…It…This… is so lonely---------------------------------------- One
supposes that unless one does what it does with words, that Isolation, then one does not understand singularity, like that digitus impudicus----------Flip the I--------------------------------------
------- Ditching simulated merriment for tourist strolls instead---------------------------------------------
---------A conversation of tears with that womb that birthed after lunch, explaining and reiterating to children about alterations, witnessing how children remind each other of these like adults-------One becomes the cook and the drug-pusher and sergeant of wacky children, back in high school again and off to college of life ----------------------------------------------------------
Until the 31------- One did not reply to Elliot declaring that last year’s language was last year’s language, all those many angry words-------------------------------------------------------Silence
Amused by technicality----- It was not yet last year---------------------------------------------------------
------ An early start to kicking that motherfucker in the ass---- With two buckets of laughter with the skinhead and goat’s chin limping from a removed cyst in the foot------------------Scooby Doo----------------------------------------------The question on the quality of life, how by this return a ghost now more distinct becomes an inclined plane wrapped helically around a fulcrum----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------A what?---------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------- ------------------------------You are an idiot--------------------------------------------------------------
1---------- Unable to sleep, waking to run and walk, leaving home, returning to Holy Grail land, Mr. Bond sings Devendra----------------------------------------------------
2------------ Walking to fraps, driving to half a Jack------Jacking off that motherfucker in the isle of lesbos--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
3-------One calls in peace those shoulders-----Stupid laughter-----Rum and barley with the Bride of January bawling and blowing after----------------------------------------------------------------------
4-------Timely calls as cold night comes home-------Comrades in cold-------Sleep--------------------
5--------------------Grounding------------- To deal with CEOs in boyfriend jeans and men’s dress shirts--------------- Wanting to get out------ Cheering to Jello’s Blurbs-----Reunited with Wednesday, Friends-------The calls and texts of Where are you-----------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------From-----------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------Grieving The Dead-------------------------------------------------------
Scoffing at how one repeating magical realism can be so obtuse so as to speak of somebody’s mother’s wake as a high school reunion------Iyan naman eh-------------- To remembering how one despises the primitive herd and being with one someday who would never be a number in the many
--------------------------The sunshine at night says Have I texted you today-------Miss
you
6---------------------------------Now here------------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------Now space----------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------Now possible-----------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------Now---------------------------------------------------------What?
-------Pink Robots and how the man from the future says there is only-------Now.
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