The Right Column

Retrospection

Anything?

Spring is for cleaning.

got a brush and a broom and a job in the room
to paint
sand scrap and spackle
wet scrub and let it dry
primer
and then install moldings
seal
reprimer
paint.

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Once
when the lonliness stood before him
 like a wall
 straight up
to infinity
 he thought
if I climb it
I'll get there
some how
down will be sideways,
up will be across
through will be a given
and a million save levels and
infinite time.
When I was lost
spending his day trying to
beat the game.

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March 30, 2014

The examinations of inner reasons
is the reason for the
examination.
Frustration
memory
bug bight
spider crunch on your head.

The resusitation
of that youthful remembrance
is a reconstruction
of the encummerances
that went before you
stumbled over.
never got through it OK
still not good with it.

When lonly
outside of time the
midnight seems trite
the highway too dark to know
the stars muted in their brillence swirlling
the dreams of endless others, necessary separation.
The pain that never goes away.

It would have maybe been easier
at twenty seven
if the cocktail of substance
wasn't doing it for me anymore
to take a shot
down on my luck
lucky for just a moment
that dragon
alway would have gotten away
so I'm told
cause I never did it.

Yes confessions.
I was never a junkie.
I was chicken
Didn't want it.
Couldn't stomach the empty metal taste of death.

What do I know about love or death?  

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate the Obvious!

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The emptiness where he used to be can never be filled by anyone else. RIP SC

I remember when I talked to your ghost.
You were so cute, lost, just recently gone.
And your face
was cute
for a while till I saw
that junkie look in you
clutching that fame
addicted to your constant conspiracy
smack talk
looking for villians.

I couldn't love you anymore.
I didn't feel it for you.
I put the maganzine about you
into the drawer.

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Praise the Lord!

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    ring your lawn
       with flowers: bee balm
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