Write Talk
Write Talk
A path of healing, following the line of pain in the hip,
down the leg and around both bindings of the groin – deep large tendon, nerve pain.
down the leg and around both bindings of the groin – deep large tendon, nerve pain.
Stretch, exercise, what else to think of than escape, relief – working through it.
Dancers get sore toes, athletes injured in their flexible prime,
muscles tensed or caught up in spasm, carrying too much weight.
muscles tensed or caught up in spasm, carrying too much weight.
Some very personal admissions of how one spends their time,
bound, limited, imagining the faults of more and less.
bound, limited, imagining the faults of more and less.
Not equal of course, we want more.
Gluttons of the sweet meat.
Memories of the shore.
Habits drive us hard.
Thought is a pattern of tensing and relaxing.
Focus on the light.
You can say what you want but liberating others with ideas is a sled in slush.
A pomposity but to say “there there” or “care more” or some meme,
blued and blacked, introduced and thanked.
Polite company may consider it an honor, all laid with things we have seen for reference.
Child like, I love to be led.
blued and blacked, introduced and thanked.
Polite company may consider it an honor, all laid with things we have seen for reference.
Child like, I love to be led.
Brought down from the shelf, shown the way for a while, until I can do it myself.
Solve the way the light falls and the way it makes you feel looking up from the pool
in the warmth with sun.
I gathered on the cheap to beat the storm of selling low and buying high.
You are all messed up they said: hide.
Grow some hair.
Take a chance.
The gallery led out to a patio full of sun and color.
It might seem our portion of meaning is random or made by ourselves,
some string of stories taking blind shots and missing the sky, the clouds, the ground.
Not at all. Not at all.
It may be borrowed, chiseled from the temple wall or found in the reeds like a baby
but chances are that the dark streaks in the photo may turn out to be
shadows of consciousness shading a dream sequence before fade to black.
but chances are that the dark streaks in the photo may turn out to be
shadows of consciousness shading a dream sequence before fade to black.
Get a little looser, unhampered, unbidden, taking dim aim and shooting again.
Sloppy dresser, captive audience. Sheer numbers.
Gratuities included in the meal.
It’s like playing a guitar by hitting random notes. What do you expect?
Circling, gaming. Chunk undone. Noted glow.
Glow embers of the little fire,
Bubbling pot of stew.
The beginning of a long connection.
Connected by blood, lymph and nerve.
Cut from the same cloth.
Slumbering mind letting itself percolate for years as if an idea of self same
was like a tree losing the last of its leaves.
As if, as if as we wonder that it were not otherwise, but left like being on our plate.
Muster the energy for another line with the children marching, the soft sounds of retreat.
The mind is ambitious, gathering up its nuts.
Follow the course of the stream as if language like water followed the contours of existing space.
Gravity of language pulling us down through the sledge of person hood and recollection.
Concentrate a little longer, a little harder.
Blazing, smoking, passing time.
We hold hands and talk.
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