baklvon
with some final, paradigmatic, confirming horror.
he decided
that he was done with it all,
laid down,
and allowed the soldiers to catch up to him.
in lieu of my recent post about lame v-day oneword prompts...
...and it being rejected outright by the staff.
am happy.
quite personal, quite personal indeed.
bravo, i retract my former statement.
wonderful v-day prez, oneword,
i love you too.
this is queer.
it's only because of valentine's day.
i am disappoint, oneword.
gray.
a sneaking, needling suspicion
pricks the nape of my neck
and the grey of my brain
have i met god?
there is a feeling in the pit of my stomach
it seems revolting to me.
bile surges in my esophagus.
and i reel from the discomfort.
help me
god,
if you exist at all.
heart of a lion
i picture
a tall, broad man
he is strong and red and gold
and he has a wise, piercing look in his eye
his strength is not to be confused by brutality.
he is the strength of your father when you are little.
and he is strong and red and gold
and he has a wise, piercing look in his eye.
beneath his chest
beats
the strong deep red
heart of a lion.
there's an odd fragrance to
life.
it kind of smells like trash
and body odor
and curry.
but I like it.
smile more.
little white aceteminophen caplets
that taste like
stale sour cardboard grape nuts
ease the small pain in my calf
i have been dancing too much
and now i want to go to sleep
sleep
sleep
nsaid
is good for this, sleep without pain.
give me naproxen sodium, give me acetesalicylic acid, give me ibuprofen
i am self-medicating
i am doctor-guru
i am like you.
i feel like the future has been wrenched from my hands
by god
by man
by machine
and i am surprisingly comfortable with it,
because
life
takes
things
from
you
always.
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