Face down in a row
Rigid bodies crowd
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Skeletal frames identical
A child’s hand reaches down
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Grips an unsung memory
A king to pair the queen
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A father and mother lost
If not for an abiding heart
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Yeeps this was a tough one!
Submission for
Synaptic Fugue
The darkness is always right-handed, my pupil drinking
In a quixotic iris. Admonishing the light I see in shadow
Puppets, in murders, in fiendish feathers spinning, to an
Entropic earth. I walk amongst the clouds, winged ankles
Scorning the root. I am deviant, asymmetrical, a telephone cable
Unsheathed and dancing in rain. Abused by a demonic parasite if
Superstition holds. My mind growls, reality menaces a sea of
Confusion, of broken hands and fang-baring smiles. I am not
Myself, if I ever I was, I am not myself, it takes too much to
Love me, too much patience, too much repetition. The world
Will teach me uncertainty, how to drown, how to fall, but not
How to land. I will never know what is mine, this reptilian soul
Keeps shedding my hopes and dreams, this reptilian soul that
Never grows old, never wiser, and I am always new, always
Maladjusted. My language excised from the veins, from the
Bones, from the leaks, from the residue wept in hollows deep
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The clouds drift by me
Winged ankles scorning the root
Courting anarchy
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My language excised
From laconic residue
Wept in hollows deep
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This is isn’t quite a Haibun but it is something lol I am in my seizure cycle again, which means the seizure frequency is way up and I am not recovering between them sufficiently to be even remotely functional. I am beyond exhausted and in a dense mental fog. After a seizure my right pupil tends to enlarge without the left so I look kind of like a psychotic cartoon. I want to apologize if I am slow or if I am not making sense when I post and/or comment or if I like without comment. If I don’t seem like myself well it is because I am not right in the head lol. I am extremely forgetful now so I may forget names or even my favorite blog’s addresses the blog roll helps me but I haven’t added everyone so please send me links if there is something you want me to read. Anyways, I want to share a weird story, a very old woman came up to me yesterday and gave me a white zucchini, she explained to me carefully that is wasn’t a cucumber and that is was delicious. She didn’t want money and since she gave me the zucchini my husband has found about $95 in random places! I wasn’t hallucinating because I have the zucchini (which others can see) and Isadora remembers the woman lol So yeah a stranger came up to me in the street and gave me a zucchini (not from a produce stand mind you, not at the grocery just randomly)
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