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flock of season

downy clear
a wind spoke
the agression
in the eyes
in the chrome glint car

the dream

her hair white as salt
fuck the car
the clouds are rolling it out
above
rain or shine
cant make up their mind
and i turn another corner
flick my butt down the drain
the anger sizzling behind my
shades
my fresh hair
torn clothes
like a broken nail
drawing blood

no one says anything real
anymore
caught up in the mob of the
fake cults
pawning lives
in make believe
awash in their monster televisions

entropy this madness
my ego hung on its wall
the taxidermy tailoring
ripple stitched
like cribbing notes with syphallis

i kick a metallic can into an alley
and fish another smoke
from the reservoir of pockets

the whole city has someone
the bum and his dumpsters
the lost in their tents
with bare black footsteps
eating tinned food and smoking
their weed

the old with their canes
and happiness or anger
cutting the front wave like
a prow

i pass like a destroyer
a river winder
enough wake to make them
think

who was in my movies
in super eight
none
whom was in my dreams
past three
empty

its a flock of seasons
that every thing
has its shadow

and mine
that revolve
circling
waiting for me
to lift off
their shadows
like dark dreams
like thick footsteps
down the greasy
carpeted hall

and i smile
ready
smile waiting
because i wanted
no one

no arms to slow
me down
to wail to look back
no crying in the
empty hours
when dreams awoke
the pains

i was somewhere far
away
filling my notebooks
with poems i burn
atop the hill with fuel
the sketches tame

remembering the soft
limbed embrace
the mornings when
summers webs
upon the dewy grass
was our lace

now its hunting the haunted
the bitterness locked and
loaded
packed up with eyes that
give the signal

we are running closer
tighter through the feilds
the trees the smoke
the streets

converging
our voice
like the wind in
the leaves

the rustle
the grind
and the hustle....

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Comments

Hard to choose which verse is better than others. I found the following most captivating:-

and i smile
ready
smile waiting
because i wanted
no one

no arms to slow
me down
to wail to look back
no crying in the
empty hours
when dreams awoke
the pains

i was somewhere far
away
filling my notebooks
with poems i burn
atop the hill with fuel
the sketches tame

remembering the soft
limbed embrace
the mornings when
summers webs
upon the dewy grass
was our lace

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

Only you can make language sing without pausing for explanation of content! This was one Hell of a write/read, and left me quite drained at the end yet wanting more! Never better, my friend!

a picture flashes
across the back of my mind

of a sole man
I found sleeping
in
DOWNTOWN
on a bench
unmindful of the multitudes around
mumbling some sounds

in a tattered dress
showing inners new

was it Esker you???

no I just imagine
a clarinet call the wall
was tall
the sound continued to reverberate
was it you playing on the saxophone

Esker could that one be you
as I recall the music
the words never ever heard
I recall the guy
with a broad smile
singing laurels for you

Esker was he you??

you take me on a journey that ensnares my mind and doesn't leave room for critique. Paltry things like misspelled words, just aren't that important. ~ Gee

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love that word....havent heard it for ages...i read milton and then stevenson and conrad and atwood..
it was the formality i loved....i had a hard go in school and social little town...it was this superiority of
the common white...im native...the basic skull structure and body i have...ojibway...but the snobbery
of them was appaling..they hated the wealthy elite who came and put that town on the map..i see it
now and racism was and probably still is socially acceptable in its taboo pockets...and our fam was
pretty set decent....the car..position of father mother..work ethic background etc...parents went out
of their way to imply reading was important so i didnt do well at all scholastically....i struggle when it
comes to stress and choices....cereal which i love..if there is more then five boxes and brands
and sizes i freeze up...i have to slow right down..take ten minutes literally to chose....books one can
read anywhere and at leisure or stress....words are important.....because the snobs who set me into
this mode i had to retort to them eventually or make some kind of effort to not just be shoved aside
brusquely.....it was an issue.....i would pull a cart full of groceries up and clerks would put up a closed
sign and talk to their co workers like i was not there.....a form of psychological wear and tear...and i lived
worked with the rebels who built things that people enjoy and require....so i became a snob....the very
thing i hated....thats falling away..money is tight....the mental issues are right there at this time of year..
spelling was important to me and then i got lost in trying to follow up to speed...grade six or five...thats
the level i have.....maybe mentally and maturity thats when i locked in..when the family was breaking up
at home...when others went ahead of me in school and i realized that i was going to just be a labourer
and at that time i had no contacts....a fearful time ahead then.....it was paltry and everything but...
of course now i just see ignorance for what it is and fear.....but snobbish slieghts are still painful like
dirt in your eye on a windy day..just a part of life....part of me is very hard and cruel....its offset by the
goodness but its there......thats heavy....my struggle daily.....its not going to change probably....
i tend to try to decently get along here because i rely more on this place heavy......there is an old saying
and it goes simple...dont shit in your hat.....see people do this all the time.....rage and anger are peculiar animals...but beneath all that is the fear...and below that the sadness of people who had a very tough
go...made some rather horrendous decisions against others....and live with themselves..

i live with myself....there are much more crueler and meaner....those are pro...met them..stay away
from them for the most.....i had horrible acne too in school and didnt wear deodarant...part of the defense
wall....but had people whom saw past that....its our minds ultimately that show past all the flume and fluff..the furl and snarl of egotism and narcism....character is okay but you cant go about bashing people and nipping them...like atticus practical says as practical does...anyway...love the word...thanks for the read on this one...i love writers and poets......am trying to be more on top of the spelling..its slowly coming....thank you...

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