9.26.17

Don’t panic

Put rest to your mindlife

Pinpoint, thought arrow

Aim, fire

Directly where it belongs

Bullseye, rings

Within

rings

within

rings

within

squares

within

Pause, enter

The wobbly dimension of heartbreak

Can’t be discussed without

The eyes of listeners telling you all you

Need to know about your selfworth

Incorrect is what you are

About all of it

The whole, the bits

And the sooner you can sift through

the bullshit factory

which is your brain

the sooner

we can all go home.

Meanwhile, let us join hands and

Pray, feast

On the memorized body

Of some angel

Unnamed, unidentified

Afloat in the mindether

Identical for all of us

Seraphim conjoined

Into a righteous monster.

Enough, enough.

 

 

The sooner this poem ends

we can all go home.

 

 

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Written at 7:35 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.