Friday, March 13, 2020

The Widows The Doors The Roofs


By mental departure those islands those caves this primitive self.

To fellowship alone the dynasty of roses where there is sameness.

I woke in heaviness. I wasn’t worried, I guess.

…something needs something, where something must withstand something, this becomes the general portrait….

a sink made of porcelain or a rug a bit lumpy or a dusty new fan; mother’s voice but another’s agitation, plus, it has been graying these weeks; cocaine ceilings or pictureless drawers or letters flooding a cedarchest. The city woods are glacial the country is dark while so distressed over something that must be controlled.

I understand dislike but something is its life, or something went wrong; to feel so alienated or to feel so loved both come with privileges; an antique car or an antique attic while so careful with ‘things’; those grumpy people those heartwrenching people so close to entering those gates.

Ichabod is holy but something is war while lightfast determination.

Abijah is holy. Abigail is holy. Where Jezebel is unholy.

What does a soul desire in this town of feelings if not something considerate? The inquiry seems simple.

It has been heavy these days—the winds swoop and gust and many are with agonies. A javelin has jolted California, our behaviors are well-planned, and a lady is playing with pins. So many are bathing. So much soap and lotion. So much frustration!

I imagine some are oblivious, seated at a curb, speaking to pavement; internally absent or raging in partial sentences, while needing a hospital. But if it can’t be billed, it becomes more feelings, while if it hits home, we attend to it.

Stigma is wafting. It’s embarrassing—but we must paint pictures, (a soul so perfect for its audience);
if but more clarity, where a person explains, while the listener senses something omitted; this fair danger, if but to control, where too much would dissuade and distract the objective.

Such filled kitchens—pots or pans—spices and ingredients; metaphoric rain or a few signs while treating others like lepers; some forget the unwelcome mat!

It becomes talking to steel—or looking closely—where cultures disgrace their cultures; others laugh, or not quite there, to actualize the irony and satire.

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...