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| Word Funk Assignment 3
What happens when we die?
White lights
conversations with makers
marking time marching forward
back tracking shadows on the cave wall
in the last second of your life
we will not be showing you
how we run this show
so wait not with rapt amazement
there is no man behind the curtain
Reincarnate your perception
of the after life crisis
perceive the grossly overlooked
fact that you yourself may not
even be alive, how sure are you that
you're holding that spoon
Ashes to ash trays
dust off some good old fashioned fear
but in the panic of uncertain fate
lies false security in blind beliefs
taken god for granted
But wait theres hope
bury your head in the sands
its all for sale everything to make
you forget death remember dollars
damn the man and save the empire
for only $19.95 plus shipping and handling | | |
| Worst sunrise
Crossing and weaving
plotting a course through
the midwestern maze toward
an unfamiliar home
waves of fire break and crash against
my forward motion
floating on the free flowing tassels
morning of clarity
reality of a minimal meaning
manifest in a voyage
of having momentarily lost
to one tall waste of life energy
affected new states of mind
to cross with extra gravity raining down
no escape from the road or the heat
or the phantom feel of soft skin backed with
dialog from films i didn't watch
but can't forget
illusions evaporated so suddenly
leaving behind | | |
| Word funk assignment 2
“What if i snapped “
What if I snapped
what if the next time you brought him near me
what if the next time you knowingly rub it in
what if he lands spine first on the bar room floor
what if he's pinned there by a size ten and a half converse
what if I enjoy myself while i watch his neck quiver beneath a rusty knife
what if the spray of his blood felt satisfying on my face
what if this were just a dream
what if it were my dream
what if it were my release to dream this
what if it represented all the anger i can never unleash on you
what if the line between your life and death was mere gender immunity
what if I snapped | | |
| Did I really think
or was it just hope
that you time was eaten
only by long working hours
No time to allow anyone
into the gap I had hoped to fill
a gap you said that was
beyond the reach of my help
maybe it was more than just miles
that made me unfit
maybe you tell all the beautiful lies
you can afford from out of firing range
Why is it I stick around and wait with baited breath
for the half reciprocal half hearted table scraps of attention
you throw back when convenience and need merge
perhaps in time the meter runs out
on my attentive validating efforts
So much like another waste of energy
I made you into what I wanted you to be
at a time I needed just that
but your image in my idolized lenses
fades and new focus brings clarity
to a more realistic picture | | |
| Maybe its the coffee
maybe its the room
words out loud form a subtle reminder
intermittent applause
Ripley's voice impossible and weary
maybe its Bugg's smirk
Katie's pensive smile
the drinks later on
Maybe its the message from this morning
or one later on
maybe its time passed or time coming
chance for a change in state of mind
maybe its you
maybe its the lack of you
The song I heard earlier
the chill of the morning air
maybe the blue sky through the new leaves
maybe a scrape on my finger
What I'm getting at, what i mean to say
is that just for this moment
i am one step closer to the day
you're a distant faded fucking memory | | |
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