personally
i've got a lot of aches and pains
that do not diminish as time goes by.
tried a cortizone shot for my 16 year old
sciatica. it abated for a couple of weeks but
it's still the same month, and it's ba-ack.
since th out of pocket is met for this year
what with the whole
almost dying at the doctor's office
episode i didn't have to pay but as i understand it
from google reviews the shots are 8-9 hundred
so i wono't be doing that again
they tell me there are other options but hoops
that i have to jump thru before exhausting
reasons why insurance won't approve at this time
cuz you have you tried plan b or b1.a?
and anyway none of what they have comes with
even a 90 day warranty. if you
die on the table you were told the risks beforehand.
your heirs can fight over the medical bills.
which begin anew on new years' days.
i want to lay down but i want to type.
not neccesarily to write. type.
fingers to keys. mind slowly drift away
let the birds tell me their stories in
a language i can only feel.
****since i already wroonte today, i was going to pay billswhen
i sat down,
i just wanna drit away down stairs.
gotta put pandora on.
going to go to the reopening of our formerly favorite
sushi place that has turned into a buffet.
the staff is the same so we're going to try it.
i feel like trump must have felt on day 732
of his campaign to get re elected when
he ttold a flock of christian voters to
"vote ofr me this one time and
you'll never have to vote again"
and no one
called him on it. like yo
bro, what do you mean by that?
how many ways can there be to explain it?
but he didn't have to. and he knew then
he could stumble onstage , say damn thing that popped
into his heat and people would exclaim, hell ya
that's badass .
so if i were trump, there would be no limits
and i feel like i can say damn thing about life
or gossip or fantasy or delusion
with a straight face and proper line breaks post ironically not caring about left or right hand symmetry just drifing off on a the next.. oh! a shiny new balenciaga
*
or maybe i've always written that way.
it disturbs me that this is essentially what he does
in his onstage ramblines we can call them soliloquies
because i think when he speaks he mainly speaks
tto himsself.
what's most depressing is how much room
he takes up in my head.
while i and me and you and you and me
pay his rent.
fuck i hate this shit.
impeachment seems a fools binky.
)()()(((
on another note
the manipulation of timing and matter
with hints from the fighting crows
as you approach the red light, see how
confluence works in the gulls flight behind them
and far behind that, a jet ascends from the airport
contrail behind, or maybe a cloud and
twenty feet ahead is the left turn, the cars that were stopped
begin to move when a tangle of feathers
with an eye watching you looms two feet beyond
the glass. it catches itself and heads up before
you can react and the light is green now
so you punch the pedal and go.
the whole drive takes half as long as usual
not because you were missing some time
it's just how you flowed thru the traffic
a free radical skirting cars trucks and lights
thru some combination of charge and spin.
the miracle happens at anderson and waters
where you always get stopped.
green flashes on 3 miles ahead, no cars around
and seventy is achieved like an UAP
orb in the night sky . you're through
the light like you had sat there the entire
two minute and 34 second cycle
and earned this freebie.
