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Category: Observation
I’ve taken something I saw or did and I’ve chosen to represent it just as I saw it at the time.
Love
The well-adjusted, socially-conscious
representation of Man’s better half
is fully cognizant of just how shitty
a person he really is, but she can’t help
hoping there’s some way to change
his behavior in a permanent way.
She’ll undertake a relationship as a challenge,
a ceaseless battle to be fought until:
a) she wins
b) she gets fed up with the whole thing
c) she dies while suffering under unlimited contractual obligation.
That Sound Is the Rain
The rain
is not profane,
although
it won’t abstain
from running down
the drain,
a sound
that won’t refrain.
It drives the soul
insane.
Make It
Synthesis breeds more synthesis,
but requires an initial push.
Rolling creativity into production–
a steam engine warming up
until the wheels glide due
to previous spins and more energy
would be spent to stop it
than keep it going–production.
Centenarian
A hundred year-old tree trunk
stands fast like cement,
rigidly prepared
for encounters which may happen
once in a hundred years,
its existence dedicated
to braving probability
and boring its roots
through porous earth
wide as its fragile canopy
and deep as its constitution allows.
The odds of lifting
this tree by the roots
are now lower than ever
thanks to its raison d’être–
feeding the loam
with its shedded brown fingers,
giving Mother Nature
another winter’s worth of arguments
with Father Time regarding the necessity
of arbitrary destruction
for the greater good.
Cosmic Debris
Poetry comes
from the notion of explaining
why things happen,
whether or not they base themselves
in reality.
Often times,
these things happen due to human intervention,
but some,
less deterministic and headstrong,
detangle the web of cosmic perception
and show what happens
as it happens
and for the purpose of its happenstance,
regardless of human input.
Leaves
Shedded leaves scuffle
across a sunlit parking lot,
their bellies scratching
like rain pattering
the shelly sand
on the Atlantic shoreline.
WHARVED 