5.10.20


people go to things day after day stringing their lives together in what they deem  usually  are productive meaningful ways

he called them routinespeople flinched when he did 
                                                     asif it were a bad thing 

some believe theyre above it
                                       

                         routine
                                 is their hearts beatingtheir unconscious breaths  their steps falling forward one after the other 
       otherwise theyd stand still 
                                     wouldnt progress 
                                                                   Evolution wouldnt have evolved

 

his life thus far was composed of heady blocks of routine

through adolescence  teens  young adulthood  middle ages   entering bizarre enddays some might impose that last year after year because threats are less frequent  theyd be apparent if he tried provoking them

nobody wants to beat a senseless older man senseless

trouble is  older people are filled to overflowing with senses

senses going unfulfilleddemons running through their lives  haunting their dreams

senses of wrong turns that may have led to regret  if regret was a colour they wanted to paint with

failing senses 
               eyes  ears  taste

extreme senses  lovedbeloved ones deaths 
                                            aching memories  like stepping in mud struggling to extract their foot and freedwatch their footprint fill slowly with water  patiently  they have nowhere to be   and filled reflect their face  everyones faces

 

his were heady blocks of routine because being keen while living outside and inside his head they stacked neatly like childs toys  storage bins

his mother before she died told him when he called to ask if what he remembered actually happened or had he dreamed or madeup it 
              Please stop asking me, Joe, it’s hard for me to remember now, but what I do remember is that whenever you asked you had remembered it correctly, they were memories; and, I am grateful, they jumpstarted mine.

 


routine isnt a bad thing
 
2054,  Saturday,  3  10. 20
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