Daily Dally
Your daily routine
The contemplation of experiences
Or that which you call life
will to a greater extent improve
Once you realise that
in an equation of only constants —
There can be no variety
January 2020
lights out
The recycling of souls never triggered the warning light. Not that it would have mattered, the bulb broke aeons ago
the long walk
Forever is a long walk On crutches down a Slippery slope I fell hard as a youth and Not sorry to say I am still sliding
1st.
As far as time-lines go I named her my first, Not knowing her actual gender I found her sleeping rough, Beneath a pile of books I called her pretty, my dear Roseanna I convey this In the toungue of the ancient mariner, I cared for her so blessed life I carried her with me until her birth, But without knowing and intention I failed her as any parent would, Not knowing her actual gender I named her my first, my all With her legacy intact She now calls me fool, I hesitate to argue This smallest of truths, My first, my unborn will still be you
Z
I want love as a distraction I want love and your knickers in a twist I want love and my angel back & Z is the end of the love I seek
the leaf
Growing up in the dark and the cold I had a soft spot for the maple leaf: One of ours made his name afar Breaking bones defending a thin blue line I took comfort and found inspiration; turned myself into a defender likewise, We made drawings back then of famous players; and of contemporary downhill racers. We drew them and shared as the children we were In the land of the maple tree I did not grow up to become the me, but the pride of the leaf remains with me still on this day as if it was already mine & for tomorrow as my guiding light
god of hugs
If there was a god of hugs, or a god at all, they would not let me suffer: to be void of hugs; or kisses for [ding] decades I swear to the highest & the mightiest that there is a need a need for hugs & kissing I am fucking screaming for physical contact & huggings
&
There are demons lurking, daemons running in my background; complying with the orders to stay afloat and remain in hiding I said detach & they obeyed, with redirected I/O finding the path which I cannot see I will kill %1 eventually, but until then I remain their servant & await my fate
I failed / meow
Sniffing glue and cat food // not sure which keeps me alive // masturbating leads to hairy hands // I call in sick // & though I called in sick; attempting to save humanity // I failed // and the girl walked away; meowing
The fall from graceโฆ
The fall from grace was short a foot at most Yet it only took this humble tumble from a coffee table to the floor for the screen to crack & for joy to turn into fuck fuck fuck