MITHERED ON THE WAY

problems divined

with ham & a slide rule

i approach their roots

with bubble wrap & blades

mustered brain tools

wrapped in a gauze

of understanding 

& frozen & loosened 

& baked & mithered 

along the roman way

that was a trip not a journey

& amazed at love

THE POSSIBILITY OF TEARS

i hear the song in my head

so i find the song

& i play the song

& i dont cry to the song
so much as
explore
the possibility of tears
as my skin goes chill all over

& i journey then
inside & out
visiting the happened

the real
the not

& the could be

LOST IN THE INSIDE FOG

where wanders
my
great
katsu ?

lost in the inside fog maybe
&
the lie of the western journey

~

soft shoes waiting

in the

work boots shadow

monopoly on the rear-view purview

MEMORY 101

 

the after-rain fug punch 

  

hot cooking kitchen metal

mid-morning diesel exhaust 
  

the melt burner of cookie wax

  

late afternoon pavement 

    pushing summer heat 

a cigarette on the wind

memory 101

journey

up

the

smells

down in the winds

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DAWN STATION REDUX

this morning

i 
woke 
up
in the future again

all fuckity & drool-gagging 

& again

i am bone-marrow sick

from the 
street-cast
hallucinatory 
journey
but

grateful

grateful

grateful

she met me there

&

that i am not reset alone

in the rapid fire horticulture

of

the

dawn station terminus kitchens

~

i was a man-camera

in the past

yesterday

i exclaim to her

& now we are here

she exclaims to me

heading

for

tomorrows

carbon departure gate

disguised in noble apathy

going slow as that gets us

together

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HEAD WEATHER VISA

the only time 
to
act 
as 
a tourist acts
is
when
the
inside rain clouds gather
and 
infiltrate your given light
with their rented gloom

notice it
lift your camera
but
know
this
is
not
where you live

know the dark weather
for its transience
and
if
your
zen
allows
it
then thank it
with gratitude
that
you
live
privileged to see
both
sides
of
this
strange coin
even
as
the lightning strikes
your hired hatchback

and there is an edge
to this coin
and if you straddle there

for work
for safety 
or in a hatless crisis

make
sure
you
call
it
Journey
or 
Motel

as it no place
to make camp
for
long

from scottedleman.com

ORDER

soft-brain survival necessity 
and
retro-vision sanity valves 
justify
and
reform
and
tamper
the
unknowable journeys weird turns knowable
and
make
glowbombs from the chaos architecture 
of 
fast time and blinkered squinting unsense
and
force
me
to
call the dark old days
long 
gone 
and
golden

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