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Eyes closed

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

Why be nice

Why do I have to be nice?

A crescendo of evil achieved,
step down.
Take a lower rung
to settle in.
Kill a few bugs, in nature they abound.
Normalcy restored
smile, say
nice words
and scheme.
Coyote cracks spying,
taking in sounds
and smells that might
offend, gotta fire up
the next mischief,
seek another peak.
Buildup cruel bits to fling about.
Repertoire becoming
an arsenal.
Inflict, wait___
trepidation till opportunity
and then inflict

Dodo, big word

Dodo big word

Seeking ascendance the
dodo descended

Oblivion

wait it redefined meaningful
extinction, that has a voice
mention the name
and receive caution,
the species
lives. Albeit it’s image
committed to all school books
in print

Dither again, heed not the
warning above
calamity repeats
no dearth of fools
heads in the sand
that’s a trait

shedding of dander
cleansing of namesakes
dodo dears we venture
there again and again

Learning to feel

Somewhere along the way
I learned to breath thru the skin
oxygenated in a new way

This way I could feel

The scabbard of skin sheathing the soul
enabling nourishment,
cheek and jaw touching softness
inhaling in smells not registered
in nostrils,
coursing in the blood reaching
the brain with the
‘you’ flavored breath.

Madhosh, intoxicated to the brim
giddy settling thoughts.

Spark gap diminished,
rubberized fireband
wherever we touch.
Syncing hastened blood beats,
exchanging lassoed in
non-gaseous air.
Ensnared poignant fragrance,

Reaching out

It sears this reaching out.
Looking outward is really
non-existential.
Cocooned and cloistered
with my little fingers
working designs for me.
They take life, these designs.
Cocoon splitting,
feasting on my shell.
These automatons
leave me in the sunshine,
shade dweller exposed.
In panic I keep my
eyes shut tight.
Two skinny flaps
final defense, help
differentiate between the
felt and unfelt (dead and undead), coin
flipping self.

All our life’s we lean

All our life’s we lean

preening sibling’s trash, careening now into their heads
leaning back, turning just the eyes, prying,
heaving, shove and grasp
head first, having bull’s balls, hit the wall
fight on
correcting the tilt of the rotation of earth
lean again to brace each hurt inflicted thus
lean again into the stairs, straightened,
the effort of climbing hurts
lean now into the wind,
somewhere to the side she winks,
possibilities, of yearning start to gestate.
lean on her.
it goes on and on.

White lies

It’s a line and the end varies
get to it,
determine it.
Dilly dally along the way
and quitting doesn't help.
Keeping at it entertains.
Discoveries that you never made
now you did.
Lands that you skipped
are now lit.
Diss the world when it’s
back is turned,
who’s to tell.
You did it to strangers.
Wash the linen
with words,
nothing to them,
cleansing for you.
The line on the
fabric is always
a perception.
Help others perceive
as you see fit.
Nobody forgives lest they forget
just paint with words
appeasements
let rip, create worth.

White lies

It’s a line and the end varies
get to it,
determine it.
Dilly dally along the way
and quitting doesn't help.
Keeping at it entertains.
Discoveries that you never made
now you did.
Lands that you skipped
are now lit.
Diss the world when it’s
back is turned,
who’s to tell.
You did it to strangers.
Wash the linen
with words,
nothing to them,
cleansing for you.
The line on the
fabric is always
a perception.
Help others perceive
as you see fit.
Nobody forgives lest they forget
just paint with words
appeasements
let rip, create worth.

Movement

Recollection of reasons for all past things
and then a reason to move forward
or not.
All movement was sideways.
The hope being perceptive
shift,
till all shoes left
on the shore were filled or flinched.
Dusk to twilight
differentiated.
Vapour shifted views,
definitions dissolved
vs congealed.
Ending seeks form but
existence peters off.

Moonlight

Prayer no longer allays,
loss of faith,
still fear persists for a kid
Must deal with it, dark things still
persevere.
Nights splay them out,
long dark walks to beat the
mummers.
Each time the clouds
part the moonlight
endears.

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