#245
Finding the fear,
and stepping by it.
Finding that in-between
liminal indifference about death,
while maintaining an
untameable will to live,
to live loudly.
The wind roars by your ears.
The stars are brighter.
Smiling, in the face of death,
you tower taller,
you step forward.
#246
We’re buying medium priced
wine, sitting on intricate
carpets, resting in the boho boroughs,
darling like dreaming,
sharing on couches, catching
up over music and sips,
walking because we’re too
poor for anything other.
The sounds of the ocean,
our orchestra, lulling us
to our dreams.
#247
Am i still being menaced?
Or is it just psychosomatic
madness? The people in the shadows
rampant with mystery
and dramas. Or is it a real
plague, a real itch, a real sore? How to know?
And which is worse?
#248
The chipped china,
and crammed unorganized
bookcases, walls cluttered
with art, its madness,
and gorgeous,
and i am privileged to
sleep on the floor. The wines
are cheaper, and their bottles
serve us better than cups or glasses.
We are realized bohemian daydreams,
venting against the same snares,
the same undoings, reading passages
from our shared friends,
finding solace in our reluctant secrets,
we’ve watched the same sunrises, we are
as timeless as a smile.
#249
i try to understand,
and vocalize, strive,
where i can, to make
clear. pretend that i
can clean, hem,
stitch the sorrow,
and calm the fevering
trauma. The hurt
vertebrates until my
ears are ringing. Send
help, sing out, walk
with me across the water,
to anther dawn.
#250
i feel insane.
And incredible.
There’s the ocean!
There’s the mountain!
i crossed it.
i lived.
i lived.
It’s been over a year! Thanks for riding with me!
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Take care, call your family, tell them you love them.
wazoo!
-Mr. Write