#26

path beaten cut deeper toe stubbing jumped on other

Falling backwards arms spread wide for someone catch

Lips calloused purple of daily blunt

spine and limbs of a book ratty soft edges ripped pages

same meal prepared now tired of a stairway bows

dips in warped grooves wood smooth the quieting of

a crescendo at its zenith tired of its blues strings

Plexiglas window slowly shattering into cochlea

From the constant cleaning there using sponge same wring out a lover

to absorb another the desperate search for a roach with one more hit

At a night club in seven and half ashtrays trying to shake

a shadow all day until night where it doesn’t matter;

shit gets old if your keen

on it. IChing today:

relax. permeate.

release.

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