The bracket to this story is just a speedline - it can be erased...
It's dangerous starting to think in words again after they've caused such damage.
Hard to imagine where they might lead this time: Maybe into a field full of hippies
you try to convince to take on the president of the United States. But the states are divided
and so, though they wouldn't want to admit it in the literature or poetry tents - are the hippies.
The prospect of getting a dog has been mooted: A sullen conviction to some unconditional love
It's good to take something back. The kids are planning to live together somewhere else - maybe.
It's also something to have handled the passage of two lives into a diminishing world even joylessly
Now Joy is on the bird bench, the clothes shelf and in other barely external places - no more vicarious
I have my Romanian cleaning consultant confident of her status for now and proud of me for folding:
We use the Marie Kondo method, while everything else is her patented approach to soul-cleansing
Malaysian co-writer has sent me recipes for Malaysian breakfasts of coconut noodles n' peanuts
Joy aims small arrows and you have to try to dodge to get in their way. Joy stings as it enters.
Old friends, like socks, fit and don't stir much - we're just here - there's no need to notice us
As the future calls and pulls and prods and cajoles, you tell yourself stories; skeleton keys
That gain entry and exit from a past you mould with as much benevolent grit as possible
Because the alternative is to believe in a past which expunged, rather than set-free.
...alternatively, maybe you will see it as a guide of sorts......
It's dangerous starting to think in words again after they've caused such damage.
Hard to imagine where they might lead this time: Maybe into a field full of hippies
you try to convince to take on the president of the United States. But the states are divided
and so, though they wouldn't want to admit it in the literature or poetry tents - are the hippies.
The prospect of getting a dog has been mooted: A sullen conviction to some unconditional love
It's good to take something back. The kids are planning to live together somewhere else - maybe.
It's also something to have handled the passage of two lives into a diminishing world even joylessly
Now Joy is on the bird bench, the clothes shelf and in other barely external places - no more vicarious
I have my Romanian cleaning consultant confident of her status for now and proud of me for folding:
We use the Marie Kondo method, while everything else is her patented approach to soul-cleansing
Malaysian co-writer has sent me recipes for Malaysian breakfasts of coconut noodles n' peanuts
Joy aims small arrows and you have to try to dodge to get in their way. Joy stings as it enters.
Old friends, like socks, fit and don't stir much - we're just here - there's no need to notice us
As the future calls and pulls and prods and cajoles, you tell yourself stories; skeleton keys
That gain entry and exit from a past you mould with as much benevolent grit as possible
Because the alternative is to believe in a past which expunged, rather than set-free.
...alternatively, maybe you will see it as a guide of sorts......
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