A little self loathing
Enough to take issue
Change position
Protagonist
Fragile hero
Broken bottles
Barren midsection
Not a flaw
The way it boils down
Cracks in the surface
Embolden the flavor
Give way to substance
Or interesting mixes
Of scents and identifying marks
Scar tissue
Blister pop
Sleep creases
Knotted hemp
The way it happens
Organic meander
Around beads and bones
Sharp looks back
Define as much
As owls in the now
Those very first eurekas
Living in a fat cell
Deep in the guts
Or flabby arm
Released when needed
Knowing who to be
At the right moment
From had been before
And thought it was
Now a short walk
Ankle biting
Wet ears
Hairless
Not a candle
A way of life
Experienced on a day
When nothing else happened
A bomb may have sounded
A car alarm may have reacted
But in the heated eclipse of moments
A nothing day
Cradling the identity
Leaving a patchwork cover
To stitch against a solid
And unmovable idea
Kneading it slowly
Getting things to go rubbery
Releasing the moisture
But adding elasticity
Ancestral water
Blending back with the atmosphere
To come and go as it pleases
As always
Forever and ever
Flickering oil lamp
Black sooty wall burn
Table left scattered with crumb
Beginning to see clearly
Then gone again
On and on
Relative humidity
Unrelated water log
Notification of table rising
Lowering again
Again and again
Stratifying colors
Banding together
Separated with borders
Compressed unintentionally
Going solid
Small changes
Changing everything
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8.11.09
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