Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
Silence is a teacher waiting in vain for her star pupil.
A hateful slap hurts like disease
And fails not to increase unease:
One's indefinite suspension
Quite like Definite Expulsion:
A blow one takes open - mouthed,
Spiritually, one had shouted.
You be careful: The Suspended
Just for life which hasn't ended
Near not a stick of cigarette,
Problem's False Answer on lips let...
I'd rather you made a skyward glance,
With prayerful hands God give a chance
Or, still good, call it non - issue
And try to some pleasure pursue.
Brush strokes take this paint,
I see our musical chairs;
Style flows like water;
Smelling the smoke and the wine,
You are indefinite art.
No Conclusions***
Can’t figure things out?
Never between
the lines.
Outside the lanes,
Staying spaced
In gray shadows
Or mist or fog…
Outlying and altering.
Possibly close,or
Beyond
Leaving,
Below or high.
Yet, wearing
pseudonyms,
Always being
Lost, then
Re-addressed.
Oscillating.
But, remaining
Persistently
ambiguous.
Ticking, dangling.
Indefinitely
“Durra lurra loo,
Durra lurra lay,”
Tick-tocking clock
Infinitely
Short morns.
Dragging afternoons.
Cycles of blue moons.
Possibly some
Random hours
to play. Hooray!
And sing,
“Tick tick toe too,
Geerie oh toe loo.”
A clock eternally
Maybe
Runs…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/27/21
Glory to God
The verb love
burns and wets,
whips and cuts...
but above all loves...
in silence or noise
of any
existence...
That which is vast, immense and free
A never-ending infinity.
Indefinite, unlimited duration
An eternal, everlasting occasion.
Every moment that has ever been, is and ever will be,
Infinity.
The perverse acceptance of dehumanization
coincides with the illusion of vulnerability
Degradation underlies the prolonged process
systematically re-wiring a once skeptical public
Manufacturing receptiveness to a diminished existence
is the prevailing goal
The need for coercion dissipates as resistance vanishes
Turning imprisonment into an implied circumstance
my world took a nosedive with your words
there is an indefinite pause now
all i hear is air and movement in the blackness
since the catastrophe of your complex sentences,
i constructed a cage made of icy tears
i created keys that can only be used once
i put myself in said cage and placed the keys in the furthest corner
my eyes focus on said keys
it is then that i imagine you walking back through the door painted blue and blood red
i never count down the days
i never count down the nights
i simply treasure the many memories that we etched in infinity
only you can free me from my self made imprisonment
until that time comes, i will continue pray that special, particular ascension
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