Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

A GROUNDBREAKING ADVANCEMENT IN THE FIELD OF OBSOLESCENCE

A GROUNDBREAKING ADVANCEMENT IN THE FIELD OF OBSOLESCENCE


Me

Every damn day


Then, mothballs

Unzip

Return heroically, again

Get stapled to wall

Work all day to free myself
relentlessly

Fly into the ceiling fan

fall

pick myself up

Say, 'Aha! You didn't foil me that time.'

Look at watch and yawn

Back to the mothball haven


10 hours later

pour two black cups

sweeten, add cream

chug chug chug

off i go on adventure

splat!

This’ll take a little longer

So on and so forth


It goes like that

i marvel at life

what it throws at me

Doesn't know

i return every damn day

pelted by rain

stung by sleet

fluffed by flakes

frozen in gales

zip
up
tighter

trudge

move my iron shovel

move a mountain

move a heavy frame

enter the inner portal

warm, again

sing in steam shower

dry

binge forgotten television


stop wondering about existentialism for a few hours

Fatalistic?


Bed

try to sleep

write write write
stuff like this

until my eyes...

should i?

no

sleep


wake

Some days, remind
we forget the mothballs

still bound about a planet
aim for sky

trip, fall
pick ourselves up

don't care if anyone sees
but try something less dangerous

crossword

spend day in bed
back in head

write again

dream

write more

fantasize

write into a corner
something too long for any printed publication

outmoded in 15 minutes time

delusion?
no, pretty sure it's not


Incredible

i can do all this

and have time for more
in(s)anity

Don't see very well —

judgment

shaming

shunning

or is it paranoia?

nope

just indifference
maybe, gaslighting



i can accept
i'm average

keep leaping over higher and higher mounts
pull tall ships from harbor to sea

chug chug chug-a-lug-gug-gug

write write write

mothballs

zip

sleep...perchance...


coda ~

you think you can manipulate and control me, life?

watch what i do

duck and slide

move to side

Throw your worst at me

don't care if I live or die

i'm as valueless at birth

as i will be below the womb

in dirt

Be careful of my loved ones

they profit from my demise

more space in the mothball tent

less of my words to eat.


11.4.22

Hello, non-existant publisher? Oh, yeah. It's just a lighted wall with very low wattage. Plug me in??

I only mean this in the most expressive of senses. I don't live with disregard but respect. In defense of the death benefit portion of policy.