Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

What it is, funk soul…(complete edit…Saturday)

most kats
don’t live as long
as the poster on your wall
once did, but i did
baby
was your poster
not taped up, tacked up
but wall paper

hang

in a mausoleum there
of sheet rock
covered pixels
adorned and glowing

red, dry eyes
dull, throb
robbed
devoid
memory of a story
i cannot preserve
as a limb needed

it
is
what?

it is generally accepted
but what??

we watch a frozen scene
no fire department came
cling
baby
encouraging? random? words.

what it is
is what is it?

fit me
for a neck tie
before window-displaying
a crypt
to be buried alive
in it
tip toe around
a kitten
m(n)otion-suspended

not a mew

roar

and they/it/you
cover

you? who??

this poem
should be (never written) seventeen years long

that’s not how
we measure

it

It
is a thing

isn’t it
detached
unlike baby
shot by an unfeeling professional
photographer

isn’t it cruelty
to an animal
to preserve an image
of anxiety-riddled disaster
framed, hung,
still vying
for affection
with a few,
tiny,
harmless
words pondering …
it is what it is
and how comforting it would be
to know
what is it

pronouns, proper nouns,
Introductions and…
will you just take the damn kat
down from the tree!
me? you?? Who???

Jezus !!


8.12.23

a post-hypnotic, mid-morning meandering. caught up on mail. how to reply? should reply??
it (me) is what (it)? Is??
Fine. FINE. fine??
what?
WHAT?!!
I’m hard of hearing.

why do i….
This couldn’t possibly make less/more sense? Factor: 12

it
was simple(r), before the first/final edit.

                   2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021. NOMINATED for 2022

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Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋  (18+) 10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind #1149750 by He’s Brian K Compton

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A book is coming…I keep telling myself…as all kinds of arbitrary deadlines near & pass…like blaring traffic. So, there’s that.