Scotch-Tape portioned to an inch, fastened a poster to the window shop glass, dog-eared to make its removal accessible,
Prompting passing minds to hallucinate memories, of fingernails filed to nubs picking at tape corners, desiring translucent flaps to pinch a centi-meter
And remove the tape.
Edges by metaphor alone offer a bargain. Allowing tiny steps a ledge to balance life and death, peeking at the canyon below, sequencing expiration with one wrong move.
Mask edges situate a crease from flesh to latex, commandeering shadows to disguise facial operations.
Sunset prompted the shopkeeper to step outside and take away the poster advertising their BOGO sale.
Multiple removal attempts left a thin strip of tape in its stead. The shopkeeper measured the effort it took to withdraw the tape against their allotted time for the task and decided, “screw it.” They left the strip there to experience the elements.
Glass doesn’t age in years.
Glass is blank and reflects age.
Glass learns the truth and hides it like a secret.
allowing love-tap-bruises to function for hindsight.
Space corrects for
if removed for inches, letters and shifting eyes.
registers an experience, setting the space
from observation to reaction.
Useless like a paper’s pink margins, indicating paragraph placeholders.
where symbols belong.
stomach placement when sitting measures average table height this codifies the slouch taken by table operators leveling a spot for forearm rest or elbow balance to eat write or freak in full utilization of the tools essence
emperors ate at table heights that amplified their glare apprehending shade to dress their laps in darkness leaving vantage lengths in the light to avoid confusion as the peasants eyes dilated in admiration
Pills have strange names
Different and special
belonging strange names to homespun mirrors transcending their reflections
no attempted peril is worth
floating in the sun
algae bothers surface water
algae is spelled wrong
spelling is a misnomer
made to contain
and false prophets
while on their knees
paid corporate boredom
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sometimes i purposefully drink a lot of water to authenticate an excuse for leaving a situation
Dream hearse demonstrates the personality traits found in the bones. Numb guffaws, trace the lineage of missed footsteps. But the process to forgive never offers the flayed out loins as penance. Muscles and naked joints must’ve known the glass case confession isn’t a reliable source for cancer treatment. Obsolete organs. Tattoos falling from eyes to commemorate winking culture.
“Come as you are.”
Never mentions the horrors of what has been.
Who is a blood letting.
Drip. drip. Drip. opposite reminders.
Proposing questions to search engines determines popular rationalizations to qualify the world. Top results are dead ends. In this context, textbooks conscript progress, never a function to tell the truth.
“Augustus was a Caesar and everybody loved him because he was powerful.”
“And Julius was a Caesar who was stabbed because he was powerful.”
Right Place. Right Time.
Buying body wash, anticipating a drought but discovering a rainstorm beyond the automatic doors.
Staging the approach to sunset. Along the rolling hills, bordering the lakefront, city lights design fireflies in the waves. Human silhouettes fall in the evening, disappear into tomorrow morning. Strangers based upon what is seen…
Cornerstone grievance designates a stationary place to mourn.
Bypassing these ordinary symbols, comes the laughter
footsteps achieve relevance
Green drapes parcel sunlight,
Dressing the room in golden strips.
Highlighting cracks in wooden furniture
Like words on a page.
Motorcycle’s exposed engine
Volumizes its exhaust pipe,
interrupts the standard woosh
Had in traffic noise.
Wrinkled sheets surround
And in this repose
Another job sacrificed to understand sanity. Counting pills like eyelashes. Blinking to retain a vision of the world. Fit. Fit. Fit. oneness contained among the stars. Arrived late after skipping breakfast. Purchased gas station bananas and left the peels in the backseat to rot. Halfway through the roadtrip fruit flies amass, contained by the back glass. Windows down. Traffic noise suggests their freedom. They remain hovering above the seats.