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My vacuum cleaner’s broken,
sits in the garage gathering dust
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week,
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine
World weary in a dusty brain,
contemplating null dividends
Doubtful the universe grew from zero,
to mere accidental existence
I’m never sure of anything,
other than opening up my eyes
When intelligence outsmarts evolution,
worlds of meaninglessness arrives
Nothing ventured everything gained,
the cosmos just gave and came
Dust clumped together,
galaxies burst forth into flame
No blueprint just chaos,
serendipity’s our only friend
Instructions out the window,
laws of physics can’t comprehend
Anyway God created us,
a few millennia after we made him
Mankind needed order,
to rid an infernal world of sin
I mean who’d hold faith in dust,
when all is said and done
Well some of us actually do,
on the mantlepiece in an urn
Yeah I’m full of bull, this
agnostic needs little imagination
I’m wasting space on the fence,
making these observations
I watch dust versus crosses,
and a universe going bust
Neurons keep me company,
as my brain churns out mush
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From the deepest shadows
To my hidden sorrows
In a land full of disease
Where the fire cannot cease
A place where a lonely sin
Desire within
Hunts my lust
Throwing me into the dust
And when I wake up from your dream
Wishing you'd be my greatest sin
I lose my actions and my destiny
My desire to be your mistery
And bow upon my chosen fate
And my desire to be your mate
And now a lonely child is born
With no desire to watch ****
Society bans him
With the desire to be mean
He desires Everything
But there is no such thing
He outsmarts Everyone
Yet he loves No One
He commited greatest sin
To have no desire within
Loneliness and lack of passion
Made his heart enjoy no fashion
But there is someshe in his brain
One she which fights in vain the pain
Killing the beast which has the right
To have his life and throw no light
To those of us that struggle with addiction,
It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.
You’re a slave to the substance and you’re not aware,
A heavy cross for one to bare.
All the wheeling and dealing you can muster,
your wife a Tweeker you can't trust her.
Shady characters come with a song and dance,
getting ahead in this game a slim chance.
Every night you pray for a tomorrow,
another day filled with betrayal and sorrow.
Everyone is a liar, a thief and cheaters,
junkies, pill poppers, coke heads and Tweekers.
A mirage of addicts come and go,
tomorrow someone here could be Jane Doe.
The same thing day in and day out,
sometimes there is enough others you go without.
Addiction is with you everywhere you go,
It outsmarts you, you have no control.
Addiction comes in all shapes and sizes,
hand in hand with denial, deceit and lies.
You can never really be at ease,
My name is Addiction and I'm your disease.
TURBO1904 OCT. 2021
the child is six, and sharp
I knew this when he said “that looks like a DNA tester.”
What is a DNA tester? I asked.
“You know. You test blood, saliva and urine with it.”
I was impressed.
I had been asked to let the child know we cannot speak of guns in school.
Apparently he made the mistake of sharing a video game story of violence.
“Did you know we cannot say gun in school?” I asked him.
He stared at me.
Then he said “Can I say pistol?”
He is six, mind you, in first grade.
I shook my head “no”.
“Can I say assault rifle?”
“Is that a gun?”
He grinned.
He is bright, I will give him that.
Probably way too bright for his teacher.
I am the school counselor.
My job is to not appear bright.
“We cannot talk about any weapons at school,” I said.
“What about machete?”
“Not any weapons,” I warned him. “Okay?”
“Not even pink nun-chucks?”
I was running out of poker faces.
I'm bested by my grandson, who's not an engineer
because he outbuilds me in Lego construction, I fear.
My contention overwhelms me with dread and woe,
because Lego toys are addictive, as I'm sure you know.
I built a house only using the colors of red and blue,
but always find I'm one Lego short. What am I to do?
A nine-year old outsmarts me, doing it much better.
He's focused on the task at hand... a real go-getter!
All over the living room floor, they end up scattered.
I enjoy feeling like a kid again... that's what mattered.
Sometimes I erect something equal to an architect,
but too soon it breaks apart and my effort is wrecked!
One day I carefully assembled a church and its steeple,
proud of what I'd built... pews and itsy-bitsy people.
Then, my grandson said, "Nana, you used every Lego!"
Then he dismantled all my work and deflated my ego.
Legos present a challenge to adults and kids alike.
They're more fun to play with than riding a new bike.
I lose tract of time when I'm playing with Lego blocks.
Never want to put them away so I don't look at clocks.
love's a voluptuous venom, wanky wares
until between cruising couplet it's shared
make no name if seeped'n felon flaunt
porous penury outsmarts wielded wealth: wanky whore
whooshing war's better for jolting justice
if for fame, moaning mistake feigns thrills
melting mind carves a cave for choice
many lodge in insanity, pruned politic's foil
if trained taking groomed you not to give
death drools, more you take less you live
lanky lust's a pluming plague love cures
well! Inky infatuation often love lures
if life pores patience that you seek refuge in death
you've been dead ere then - callous selfishness' crest.
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Note: of airy acumen.