the fire’s under control
but there’s nothing
left to eat
we move on
it’s a routine thing
we spent the winter
inside a mountain
the waters echoing
deep below
a reminder
there’s always a way out
word has it the sun
is expected to reappear
any day now
but who the hell really knows
in the meantime
we keep heading true north
april two thousand twenty-five
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the uncertainty
& the mysterious
that never knowing
what might happen next
almost always superseding
outplaying the mundane
and the everyday routine
—how can you possibly
have one without the other
—and why does the former
almost always make you
what you are
march two thousand twenty-five
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chillin’ w/some stones
& irish whiskey
I keep time w/o a watch
pretending the world
exists differently
than it did yesterday
I lost all of my money
to the bear market
& somewhere along the way
my anger went w/it
replaced by a sort of
melancholy
that I can’t quite seem
to put my finger on
the future is currently
out of the question
optioned for a song & a dance
[& a player to be named later]
while the past remains
idling in the background
waiting to be recalled
october two thousand twenty-three
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the road to nowhere
is paved in dirt with gravel shoulders
— it is as good as any to get someplace
you’ve never been
there is no vegetation nor water
along the way
and since you don’t know how far
the road to nowhere goes
it’s best to be prepared
do not whistle along the way
it’ll only make you thirstier
and surely do not sing
for it is unclear what dangers
you may attract
walk as fast as you can
but do not run
lest the eyes looking down at you
may sense that you are fearful
and as vulnerable as all the others
march two thousand twenty-three
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