texts
those fucking insidious
communiquessterile letters stamped in cold space rather than warm words expelledspoken
face-to-face or over a telephone
their words deny inflection
encourage misperceptions negate body
languagefacial expressions
then throw atop the texts their pervasive shorthandtheir ridiculous emojis as if everyone were a ignorant fucking child
: i feel like a
failure bad dreams and i feel i’m neglecting everyone who
matters.
: Who are you
neglecting? Can’t be a string of people.
he
didnt like it when anyone used everyonethrew they at him as if he would know
who everyone and they were usually
everyone they them werent who were implied
when you talked with him you had better
be explicit
he
might have been the first XXX-person ever born
: i guess just you. and
i feel my mom.
: No you’re definitely N O T neglecting your mom.
: but you?
: I don’t believe you’re
neglecting me. A pretty simple question
you can ask yourself.
: i love you.
: I love you. Quit doubting yourself – you’re a good
person.
he also didnt care that she wrote about
herself as i rather than I
or rather I
he
rather she wrote and regarded herself as a I-beam a battering ram ewe a significant person who had to watch her
backwho had to stand up for her wordsher actionsher thoughts with reason
with fact
not emotionally bludgeoned
because thats who he was
not that she should be him
only that she should be like him
only that she should be like him
she should value herself
firstforemost and never be a patsy for anyone
never be his patsy
not that he would have her suffer that
family and friends crawled with abusers like termites in a wall
if you were a wall it was their
nature to infect youinfest you
it was then incumbentyour nature
to disinfect disinfest
a miserable backanforth played over generations
it is human nature
it is humanunkind
HA! it is what makes the world go
round
make no mistake it is a bellwether: the worldthe planets going to
continue to go around and around
humanunkind will be sluffed
neglected
as it neglected its responsibilities its filiality its religious shepherdness
the handsome snake continues to twine in
the Tree of Knowledge for the next chimp chump or
perhaps not to while along
1227, Sunday,
24 12. 17
The Antlers Parentheses
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bL_9M65Ked4
One
broken wing,
Soaring and suffering,
Arm in a sling,
I don’t owe you anything.
Soaring and suffering,
Arm in a sling,
I don’t owe you anything.
I’m
a bad absentee,
You know when I want to leave.
So close up your knees,
And I’ll close your parentheses.
You know when I want to leave.
So close up your knees,
And I’ll close your parentheses.
I’m
a bad amputee,
With no phantom memory.
So close up your knees,
And I’ll close your parentheses.
With no phantom memory.
So close up your knees,
And I’ll close your parentheses.
