Sometimes I feel I have spent the
preponderance of this life
Being ignored in numb hopes
Attempting correspondence
With that glass half empty / full
Debating the relevance of internal
perspective
Feeling like rotten carcass road
kill thumped
This dynamic of emotional
recollection is a perdition of cognizance
Wishing to not remember the hue of
emotion
Music, locations, words are elements
all
Into the intransigent anchors of
fossil fuels
Seeing extinction rise from the
taint
Into lungs incapable of relating on
the surface
Because their substance fumes from
the deep
Nether caverns of busted pipes and
rotten plants
Evans, Jack, Bent Trail, Wilson,
Roland, Long Pine into Keith
With Douglas’ Chateau d’if in
between
Where from here with these feckless
Easter baskets and saccharin stockings?
Vomit, knowing all the choices that
ever mattered were not in my volition
Every one away from me into those
silent lakes
Sterile surface reflecting placid
waves over the trenches
Down, down to the vent-crabs
suckling the methane and geothermal heat
Just say goodbye
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