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Toddler memories

Toddler memories, siblings,
older squabbling over rights to read the
news,! Every morning!
Odd and gone.

Glass of milk flying over a
swiped weekly rag.
Funny and gone.

Waiting my turn for the comic,
first only the colour made sense,
then I knew the bubbles had words
when I could read.
Anxious nostalgia but still gone.

Aroma when you lift the teacozy,
slink near grown up knees to catch
the whiff.
Sweet and gone.

Find myself staring at my pups noggins
what layers of memorabilia
to reminiscence
their treasures.

Cyclic but unique nothing is ever gone.

Learning and then lessons

Esoteric, autistic spectrum bubble
An ideal learning spot, let the words pour in.
Some read to you, others gleamed from institutions,
Most absorbed from loved books.
Ideals, isms and instilling the will to go
Beyond the defined and imagined so far.
That’s learning. The light for your path.
At some point the vessel is full, time to
Exercise the will, lend a name to a theorem.
All the whiplashes in the the process are
misconstrued as lessons.
When you keep the learning well lit
Add to it your two bits, to pen
Or pass on without the mention
Of any whiplash

State of being

Unconscious, instinctive and a practiced movement

my hand on her belly

Ensconced, cocooned, in a glove

seems each time it is in it

not on it

homed, nestled,

happy.

Toddler memories

Toddler memories, siblings,
older squabbling over rights to read the
news,! Every morning!
Odd and gone.

Glass of milk flying over a
swiped weekly rag.
Funny and gone.

Waiting my turn for the comic,
first only the colour made sense,
then I knew the bubbles had words
when I could read.
Anxious nostalgia but still gone.

Aroma when you lift the teacozy,
slink near grown up knees to catch
the whiff.
Sweet and gone.

Find myself staring at my pups noggins
what layers of memorabilia
to reminiscence
their treasures.

Cyclic but unique nothing is ever gone.

Generational misogyny

Generational misogyny a societal act

often swapping nurture for lesions.

Initially (she) tasked with transferring verbal skills,

gene coded to repeat lessons that must get across.

First acts of growing out of the brood

translate to mundane talk back

wrath borne, without

malaise, contradictory yet true.

The habit forming rebel has grown up

but she exhibits abrasions

way before the empty nest

reverential slot is slated for the

seemingly quieter, yet unthinking

man about the house.

She, delegated as God of random

and too many thoughts,

Pent up

Pent up

before it hits the ground any free fall is a potential

the wind rush universally a thrill

the shattering moment

a stop

did the potential just divvy up in multiplicity

orgasmic, ejaculate, shared or unshared

or

?

Forgetting

felt pleasure saying

“I have forgotten more than you have read yet”

The import of forgetting,

must be real full of myself

belittling, arrhythmic self worth assessing

In Confidence

It only happens when my eyes are closed
my hands
they slither in following
sinewy muscles inwards
as if the soft skin covering didn't exist
alternatingly taut and loosening
but silent
I feel them to reassure myself
many times over
wander on
grope my organs
testy
self inflicting
critical, occasionally correcting
marrow texture, nascent,
between two finger tips
bone smooth
lingering on the other hands tips
rib cage intricate
an audible organ
beckons
here I caress
and massage
there is pleasure
almost a helping hand
the beat
more, there is more
a flow

Fish in a pond

I have always called him the ghost and his companion the beast

didn’t name them just who they were

gray, liquidy silence,

effervescent silhouette in silvery movement

we are not intimate, not even aware

but I sight him sometimes and he must me.

Each sighting is a reassurance,

his size keeps growing but

nothing like the beast, proportional but still never

beastly.

Defacto provider since titular pond digger,

didn’t do much, rain fills it in,

aquatic seeds bungled right in,

floating roots, visible, fodder

I see him feed, furtive

State of being

Unconscious, instinctive and a practiced movement

my hand on her belly

Ensconced, cocooned, in a glove

seems each time it is in it

not on it

homed, nestled,

happy.

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