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Gargoylian P(r)ose and A.B.R.S.G.

Point of order; there is not sufficient room for both a laptop and dog upon my lap. Naturally, as opposed to disallowing the dog’s presence, I’m hunched in some odd gargoylian (that could be a word) pose, typing on a queer diagonal instead.

The context of today’s piece is not easy to explain. There are a few different levels but it’s like the powers out and the stairs are broken. Just can’t seem to get there explanation wise. No matter! Chose your own adventure my friends! Please turn to page 37.

“White Rabbit”, May 14, 2018.

 

Whispers and wood smoke dispersed by a wind

Made pure as the heart that has never sinned

Crisp evening air chokes diluted sources

Out its path the untainted well forces

Its wake leaves little stagnant residue

Searching yields nothing except the untrue

Weary and burdened by this sudden grace

Empty yet full all the time is this place.

 

Once again I favor the last two lines. If only every couplet could be as good!

You are all the most precious of treasure. Not just for stopping by though that is beyond greatly appreciated. Rather we’re alive, we have time, we are love. Go share! Unless you’re afflicted with that anti-biotic resistant super gonorrhea I was reading about. Maybe keep that one to yourself if at all possible.

May you all thrive! (Again, except for the A.B.R.S.G….)

One love!

-Alex Blaikie

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A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.

8 replies

  1. One of the best I’ve been favoured with so far. I love the many depths of this poem. On a physical level it reminds me of sitting reflectively around a camp fire after an adventurous day; on the metaphysical level it is reflection itself, calming whatever emotion needs attention each day. Thank you for sharing this.

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    1. Your one smart cookie Sue! A campfire is exactly where this started. White Rabbit is some stupid thing we used to say as kids to make the smoke blow in a different direction. I’m so glad you enjoyed it, more even than money, you and everyone like you, is the reason I spend so many hours at this pursuit. All the best, fair maiden!

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