22.2.14



solace
comes in many forms
it is rather dependent upon the person
isnt it
ones trash anothers treasure
it comes from a deep secret place

it wasnt a fancy one
formed white plastic    
                           stained  he could wash it all he wanted  but the stains were set
they were set the moment they were made                                                     like scars
dull white plastic

it wasnt expensive  he wouldnt buy something expensive
something doesnt have to be expensive to do a real good job   
                                                                                                           a good thought
unremarkable  though one rarely heeded these days when a flush of green cash
supposedly
bought the best     or
was pilfered elegantly  one more sucker born mewling and balling

it had been made in-country once
it was made far better then
forged by a resilient pride
the pride attached to its manufacturing
a pride that rose again when it was found on store shelves
flushed with pride when it was found in a friends house or apartment
pride  tactile and effervescent 

he liked it best when it was smoking
aromatic steam emitting from vents in its flat crown
swirling
it made him think of himself when things were coming at him too fast  when his brain
wasnt able to keep pace with his thoughts and inspirations  when his hands were far
too slow too illegitimate to capture with pen and paper all the scenes and images and
conversations   
           soliloquies desperate
                         desperate prayers   his brain was supposed to be a delimiting organ 
funneling all his transactions into manageable parcels  Get in line  Take a number  and
the smoke the steam
                                    were the riots in his head
externalized
vapour  feathers  waves  lace  spiderwebs  ganglia    the erratic yellow trembling tips of
fire


solace comes in many forms



1325,  Friday,  26  7. 13

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