vissjami
Microphone hogged and manipulated. Forgetting the purpose. Forgetting the ups and down to speaking out and acting out. Forever a microphone of too much and too little. Too much loud and too much soft.
Writhing wrists.
Wrenching hands.
Brain flips
And bend-over plans.
Developing pictures.
In a dark, dark room.
Of the things that haunt
And bloom.
Scared to be -
Or to lose you.
Dropped call. Dropped conversation. Dropped topic. Dropped theme. Dropped story. Dropped relationship.
Relatives are relatively crazy.
With turkey, ham, and beef. Mashed potatos and potato salad.
Goo in the teeth.
And alcohol breath.
There is relative hesitation.
There is a basement in a barrel. The very bottom. The end of existence. The journey to the end. There is a basement in our hearts. The very bottom. The basis of our existence. The journey to discovering us. Is my basement the end?
Fiction is in dialogue and prose. Misconstrued words that lie and forsake or comfort and soften.
PHRASE. Is a tool. Being used. In communication. At this exact moment.
Necessarily complex and simple. PHRASE.