Extracts from:
the turquoise downspiral writer.
he kept repeating himself
( and he didn’t know )
It’s a TERRIBLE THING
To say a problem
Is problematic.
ESPECIALLY IF -
Its grey and dark turquoise.
A dark and slanted story
I wrote about her –
Two jobs AND waiting on the kid -
She was ALL he had
But he didn’t write that part –
Didn’t/couldn’t get that far.
He was – after all,
Just – another - man
The man
That man
A sadly marooned man.
- An Open eNDed
- Freeway– cars slinking by as he pretended not to see her.
Just a second!
Where’re you’re headed?
DON’T TOUCH ME
It’s of paramount advantage
music was cast
edited
like only production designers can.
We ALL contributed to the cover up
Down spiral story line
Mona Lisa got in
But millions died.
What are the chances
someone unpublished
became
the art of legacy?
(Just BECAUSE I’m reading it????)
(Just making the words live again).
Go on
Keep telling yourself –
Tell yourself THIS
Is the best part –
You can’t kill someone with
Words –
Can you?
You can set the world
aLiGhT,
Or start a war –
But there you go –
playing O and X’s -
And your win?
It was always too late.
It’s too late to have the blues,
plus I’ve figured:
That’s why he always writes in pencil –
That
Way
It’s easier to erase people
He doesn’t like.
Do you mean CHARACTERS?
NO, I mean people.
….
If our luminous present is based on now
it’s my personal property
Diving
Into fractious phrases
They’re making a movie of
My life
(behind the wall)
But…
Take it outside Eric -
While others
(With noses in books
And sipping
Coffee)
Drink from the cup of unpleasant surprises -
GYRATING ON NIGHT-LIGHTS
(A COSMIC DISAPPOINTMENT).
THE violin was so soft,
But dark
We wept together
In cardboard boxes
I think.
I’m not sure
But again,
They were words
(Just words)
Without homes.
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