Good morning, grateful giants, I find myself equally proportioned in my gratitude!
First, thank you for bearing with me during my unannounced week off. Just needed a few moments to refresh my jumbled neural pathways. Good news, it could not have been less effective. Haven’t really written anything worthwhile in at least a week but I miss y’all and still maintain a small stockpile of material for just such instances.
It will forever remain a mystery to me how at times the words explode as an unstoppable torrent while at others tap utterly stalls like the attempted urination of an octogenarian with a bum prostate. Aren’t they all…
So let’s do this, please enjoy! Or not, really out of my hands at this point. 🙂
“Cliffbanger”, August 10, 2020.
Lofty mountain glares impetuously on destabilizing foundations
Shifting forces necessitating increasing structural recalibrations
Scarcely discernible debris uniformly litters precipitous slopes
As incredulous winged creatures circle gluttonous fortune
Miscellaneous scree tumbles from peak to base, gathering in spreading piles
The aggregate detritus creating its own micro-topography
Skittering mammals cresting mini peaks, scavenging edible morsels
And thriving green constructs expand dominated surfaces
Creeping assertively through former cache
Conquering matter under filthy genetic servitude
At summit, outcropping begins to slide, composing jagged fault
Craggy split precipitating large shelf’s epic collapse
Resulting avalanche burying wildlife and infrastructure
Toppling upon itself, fashioning paradoxically unique sameness
A peculiarly repugnant aroma circulates the broader environs
Finally spoiling the larger population’s general dissonance
Stepping forth blank figure stands before pulsing mass
Disgusted at the entropy which would allow such a formation
Salvation however is soon at hand; tomorrow is garbage day.
At least this piece was intentionally trash! Question, was it too obvious it was about garbage too early or was I vague enough? The illusion isn’t meant to act entirely to the end but maybe ¾ ish?
To be fair, given the abundant wildlife garbage day may not be enough salvation. Perhaps exterminators and a mop as well but it didn’t fit properly.
That’s all for me folks, consider me as tap-dancing off the end of the screen.
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.