Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Happiness Or Comforts?

 

some aren’t satisfied. gravel, mud, sediments—eating, dining, trying not to vomit. in company of poison, analyzed like it matters, told more than suitable. family suffering. passion dying. it becomes robotic. some aren’t satisfied. never for others, never for self.

 

saw an ant, watched it zig zag, it looked disoriented … for upon a line, like raiding gnats, something distresses the line.          so absent, like too far, laughing in a lonely corner.

 

padded rooms, lost in brains, society might look like a sickroom—better, a hospital.

 

we have idiosyncrasies we never remeasure—others must accept our idiosyncrasies.         

 

a pocket filled with lint, cemetery linen, a goblin watches his caves.

 

so much us-verse-them, like souls tatted verse souls preserving the castle—so pristine, so fortunate, like hell didn’t strike last night. some aren’t satisfied. like suffering agoutis. the riddle never changes—it remains with sameness, like flesh observed, like flesh mangled.

 

upon a record, in a small valley, trekking a sad decision. aching like it felt good. damned like it felt good. at mother hoping father comes.

 

bad things associated with good things, how to deal with a paradox? bad money, a good cause, wondering how he caught a blessing. a television is off, a radio barely audible, a darkroom she entered.

 

some aren’t satisfied. do we mention love? it didn’t complete its task. a man in his mind. a woman in her skin. their interchangeable.

 

internal cacophony. a capella existence. so cold he might say, I can only verify my life.

 

in truth, do we see others—how do we verify them? —it sounds absurd!

 

some aren’t satisfied.   

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