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Rearview Mirror

Rear view mirror Objects, objectively put, are closer than they appear. But it doesn’t say it all. With the fair signs that spewed forth once turning to a slew of pre-twitter pseudo- tweets since. I once put it down In form Octa-Tri : In rhyme scheme: aab, bb, ccc . (“ At the wheel At night. Uneasy feel. Narrow misses, though, in nobody’s midst. Rows of reflectors mark lanes glaring through the mist, Comforting coolness and sultry night coexist . Cell service zones change, ding-dongs the phone Heart fluttering alone Night unknown”.) A row of earthy images it failed rather than showed ,images with eerie librations and weary nutations .Which was not Physics, but physiognomy of life. Like when bashed by kiddy badasses and basic arithmetic, or when up higher , combative but math a behemoth all the same, and guided perfunctorily often, and rarely with the right intent. In the peccadilloes- round, the Tintern Abbey Sycamore also loomed dour sans creativity , but the three trees on the low sky made sense , and then on to T.ds. equations and tedious times soured by sleep and steep sloth. Ingenious in fair measure , now turning ingenuous on the proving grounds , after, in the space of a couple of cusps of light and sound mom was no more and we whimpered and simpered under a dad who cared but did not seem to, in his straight-faced mode Then came falsely flashing , faintly fuming , slapdash years of machines and mega hertz, eggs and vegs, sex and senescence to remain for ever weighed down by the wayside whey. Bringing-up-kids-banality apart ( fed mainly on meds for just cough that recurred); preferring palm-frond’s loftiness cum deprivation to urban up-for-grabs benefaction; and the mess of docs, deaths and a mossy crock of living pain since. And all the dicey way , never patted but p(f)anned; tweaked , untweaked ; harmed, ex-harmed; banked on , debunked ; short-changed, sort-of-changed ; lumbering on , alive and a-slumbering and if anything wondering if it’s not all the mirror’s prim fault which never once showed my face.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/2/2016 8:06:00 PM
So deep Jag, I need to read it a dozen times to get half of it. I hope you are well. Light & love
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Date: 7/23/2016 5:48:00 PM
deep, deep mind you have, jaggy! very modernistic; i like the wordplay, internal rhyme and alliteration, and the many unusual word pairings; well written, sweetheart xo
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Date: 7/15/2016 12:47:00 PM
quite a semi-abstract write done with much effort and seemingly quizzical impressions, jag... huggs
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Date: 7/11/2016 9:03:00 AM
Wonderful way with words! Lots to think about.
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