i walk downtown as the sun drops
to sit in a corner
–           on a corner
and flick flies watching the soft distractions
– of human beings
–   boyish men on bicycles
–  the beautiful testosterone
–     flocking in town
–       with the approach of fall term
–         at “ski-university”
–     all the varieties are out
–       myriads of strange creatures
–         from my opposite species

i wait for the earth to cool off
– before my walk home
–  which might as well be
–   the end of tomorrow

my world is contorted
–    violent
– i’ve come to value destruction
–     my solid ideals mixed
–       with delusion’s solution

i’m opening slowly
– the first bud
–  the last to bloom

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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