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Hanging Onto Paradigms

Inside grows dour 
each passing hour, 
another second hand 
mouthful of sand 

Falling into guillotined arms 
fully embraced,
Take me wherever 
inevitability goes,
Nah, been down that road
peeled back every layer,
there’s nothing there 
not even the bare,
Shine or rust
ashes nor dust 

No answers 
resignation to hope,
No common ground 
only random expectations,
No opening eyes 
to claustrophobic lies,
Severed arm’s feel damn good 
I’m getting rid of mine 
gonna grow wings

Oh look at the birds fly 
they eat each other too,
Rabid and full of zest
laying proxy eggs
one flew over many a nest,

Take five, four times daily 
in any order, pick and mix
just be sure to take them all,
Anxiety winsomely subsides 
senses assuaged,
numb and nullified 
dehumanised

Back at the source, 
udder contentment 
suckling teats,
oh heaven’s so sweet
life’s a three way street 
live die repeat 

Ever think about hell
What you mean 
I’m made of atoms
They can fly anywhere 
over hills and far away 
Yes but eventually decay
like leaves in clay
fertiliser for another day, 
All we need is a seed 
encoded or laced with DNA

Add water 
add light
stir slowly 
season with time,
Slap on the botty 
a primal scream,
Here comes potential 
or another toothless dream, 
Hush life form!
all’s not, what it seems 

By
David Kavanagh

Copyright © David Kavanagh

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