Good day, my finely feathered friends and others! I do hope to find you and yours exceptionally well in these admittedly turbulent times. That said, sometimes a modicum of turbulence is required to reset/ optimize an aircraft’s flight path. Scientifically I doubt that analogy is any way accurate but poetically it’s comforting and its corresponding principle feels right. Feelings being of paramount consideration within the aerodynamics discipline, naturally.
I’ve another delightful double-dose disdainfully developed dourly for you. I’m enjoying the notion of publishing more than one poem at a time but every other or few days while fervently producing additional works in the interim. Thank you and Enjoy!
“Overlook”, June 4, 2020.
Ventilate your apprehension
Much as with soiled drawers
Struggle to vague comprehension
Of such daily chores
Fumigate this insurrection
Bleeding through your brain
Exalt pristine rain
Sterilize the self-destruction
By whatever means
Start interior construction
Sow true magic beans.
To those curious, I did intend for Overlook to be viewed additionally as an allegory to the fictional hotel of “The Shining”. An homage and a warning, “spirits” notwithstanding.
“The Square Root of Fine (Just Tri), June 8, 2020
Catch found wanting
Crass and daunting
Smooth the creases
Find what peace is
Three is an intriguing number. Lucky though bad things supposedly travel in them. Mystical, prime, not very many of something, the list goes on. I generally prefer even numbers for their sense of balance and their rigorous existence as dividers but three holds a peculiar draw and a curious egalitarianism. Or I have a gas leak and the fumes are working their insipid pleasures. Either way, I’m off!
Be kind to others please and yourselves. And again, racists please get fucked. Prison styles.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales y’all.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.