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Poems and Prose #165 - Ledger

Public debts, private profits.
Constrictions have you vexed?
Come off it!

Let me allow you to invest
in a rock so hard,
it's bound to soften,
to take the burdens
off your chest
that you can't fit
inside your coffin.

Poems and Prose #164 - Tally

Time's granularity
diminishes,
as each nodule grows thicker
with blemishes.

This thinning fog now
mimics impotence,
and the dull task of
counting up finishes.

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Poems and Prose #163 - Bannerman

Do I want some
unearned victory,
standing atop a pile
of foes who
voluntarily lie prostrate?
I ponder,
sliding my sword
into its sheath
and nodding.

Poems and Prose #162 - Crag

Enhanced by a
bitter-tasting pill,
I stretch my limbs
and prepare to scale the hill.

When I reach the top,
I plan to finally be still,
then,
and not a millisecond until.

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Mental Blips #16 - Employ

An hour creeps past.
I can't help but keep checking.
I should sweep the floor.

Poems and Prose #161 - Sequence

I walk to the edge
of the room and turn,
reassessing the scant
few things I've learned.

Now I lean,
my next steps discerned,
and I walk to the edge
of the room and turn.

Making Something Something Again

No comment necessary.

Poems and Prose #160 - Gobi

The desert wind
slaps my face,
as hot sand granules
sting me like mace.

Standing in this
alien place,
I glance at my footprints
as they're slowly erased.

Now I kneel down
into the sun's grim embrace,
and start digging a hole
for myself, just in case.

Poems and Prose #159 - Edged

Floating in
a gooey slop,
I wildly flail.

Past the surface,
I see silhouettes
converging,
until the light
dims to blackness.

My heart hastens
as I drift
in some direction
I can't ascertain,
my arms akimbo
in a gesture
of obscenity.

Poems and Prose #158 - Horizon

Marching towards
a rigid slab,
I reread the list
of things I have.

Now I kneel,
my journey halved,
crumpling the paper
I'd hastily grabbed.

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Poems and Prose #157 - Roux

Spry smiths
bend the sentences
into lovely
crags and knots,
explaining clearly,
with aplomb,
all the brilliant things
they've thought.

Words accrue
into a stew
of multi-syllabled,
hot broth,
steaming
on the stovetop
in a
fingerprintless pot.

The chef insists,
"Perhaps for now,
it's simply
just too hot,"
before the
trailing silence
fills in the
dot-dot-dot...

Slight Name Change

I figured, since I have no real aspirations or resolutions for 2017, I should at least make some kind of change, so I decided to remove the adjective from the blog's title. It is just one of what will surely be many positive events this year.

Poems and Prose #156 - Blinkered

Elevated by
way of chemicals,
I find gravity
to be inimical.

Tugged by this force,
long invisible,
though irked that
descent is so damn sensible,
I treat it more
like it's umbilical,
fit for discarding
when truth becomes mythical.

Poems and Prose #155 - Embossed

In replication,
the mimicked item
seems resolute,
standing apart,
though still
quite in cahoots.

Being facsimiles,
we can't
be so aloof,
nor can we
rely upon
plans so astute.

So let us stand,
arms linked,
with stern couth,
while the genuine
article grows
long in the tooth.