guts
of
the
world
shifting
( guessing here )
angry wearing cement
burnt thru the bonnet
by chemical sanitation
soon
move
her
massive
mighty
bowels
( my opinion )
her self defence pepper spray
vs
our concrete underground car stack
equals
last youtube star
~
us-
too stuffed
to
notice
too starving
to care
( every shade in between )
suffer a sad salad
for
a
day
atop a hill of bones
all of you
( except for
special dietary needs
or religious holiday )
~
theres plastic clots
under the sunshine rug
our bitten mother
tied and
whipped and
wild and
she would knocks us down
for the hungry homeless animals
their silent worship wins
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the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage
and as if its playdoh
we
rebuild
its
pummeled
fingerprint
kaleidoscope
into
rough
rushed
story shapes
of
magic proof
&
emergency confirmation
~
the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage
important moments -
love & death
modern epiphanies
&
any
plastic zen
we
half achieved
is packed carefully in the carry-on
the tar and blades that cant be touched
go
in
the
deep cold hold
until the loss of cabin pressure
when
we
fall / crash / oh no
into
an
inevitable
spread wreckage of everything
~
the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage
it stinks of childhood
the living room carpet before saturday tea
the new shoes that bite and coloured pencils
the first days of school / that formative confusion
before
you
have
to
live
before the adult stink
of
tobacco / mints / old slippers
tarnished metal brooches
&
dense toilet funk
becomes your own
~
the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage
roll
it
out
to show around the room
when
hearts
are
in
the
hearth
proud of it - depending
on
the company
tailor it with caveats if youre not
its a pick and mix jelly
of
sugar
rush
and
headaches
~
the pasts strange weight
is
odd
baggage
it sits on your face at night
a suffocating memory salad
heavy
with
stale
crutons
or garden grown tomatos
that are
sweet-fresh
wet-crisp
and
unbearably
light
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