/ Notes at Capitalism Hell

epitaph

1. writing to you from New Orleans
I found some nice earrings but
I forgot to send them. I sent
a postcard, but it was lost in
the mail. 12 Hours away you didn't
care to play a round
with someone you cared for.

2. I'll never say what I need
to, and you'll never listen
anyhow. Fixing things & stealing
time. oh how the memory fades
when one is thought of everything

dull knives make the worst scars
tearing through our lives to mend
wounds reversed

As nature shields its course
I walk against the grain
casting lots for the dead
and breaking the ties
chains rattle like clouds in
the rain as the sprawl
is wiped clean. Sin and Shame
mixed in for good measure only
turns me rearward.

letting go is a hard thing to do
counting smells unto the colors
i hear.

bending bones past their
breaking point. Rhyme with that!

Tuesdays with laura, never let
the truth be told. shoveling the
memories into the culvert, a
drainage tile ebbs the tide.

What could anyone find there.
that Tuesday with laura

she never existed, a figment
created to fill the void in this
algorithm we make ourselves live
when the tree say:

The Wind Blows Cold
the iris petals fall
a tell is told.

The skin creases
forms that fit
and the eyes wonder