sequestered

sometimes i am in the place
where i just want the pain to stop.
anything, die, comatose, brain dead.

the sky is blue and white
as seen thru the slats.
i mourn belief and hope
as memories never to be slept with again.
even weed doesn't help.


no one is to be trusted
least of all myself.
is this my way of procrastination?


heh, as if i need help on that front.

the things on the horizon are unclear
as far away things generally are.

things nearby loom and block
why can't i be untapped and pristine
or a marble in the machine.


lyric? this is a problem? then don't read.
i am a lenz of god, as you are
only i can see how it would be impossible
instead of possible. i need some inversion.

both my children sleep. all my children
will remember me. fondly or not
i don't care. the frozen drink place
holds the last of my communion.
from there, you're all on your own.

nothing sticks. everything pierces.
good luck with your worlds, i'm holding mine
in cotton and spandex blend.
final shape decided when i slip it on.


what do i want?
to be.
well then, sista
have at it. these words
aren't typing themselves now
are they?





when i come back home i wonder how the java joint
will be. they were forced to insist on minimum purchase.
sadly , this will be the death of the place.

wonder. wonder wonder. when that goes
you can freeze dry my ass. leaning into learning.
where is the something new, novelty on the back
of a dune, the sand painting
set in resin.