This summer found men mortal
I’ll miss the better nature you find at the beach,
but goodness isn’t always a physical thing.
In the scene wherein we played,
—earlier this summer—
the sky was an azured theatre of taming heat
all colours seemingly washed too bright
and true to the ramping prophecies of science,
vital waterways shrank, and forests burned
with the devil’s own violence
Equal scales weigh though
both on the world’s beauty
and the miracles of men
though one’s a lower brand of perfection.
I know things of relative value when I see them, hold
and feel them, like the indisputable metric of gold
While nature has sand and majestic suns,
men, as sovereign masters of base elements
invented air conditioning, and Fruity Pebbles.
Should summer be invited back next year?
.
.
A song for this
the boys are back in town by thin lizzy
While you all sleep away the deep embrace,
The world dissolves in binary’s cold space.
A pitch-black realm, unseen by mortal eyes,
Where Archangel Michael keeps his watch on high.
One strikes two down in judgment's stern command,
While four sweep three in blood across the land.
Order is held, the balance tightly sealed,
And secrets of the dark are unrevealed.
Until at last, with quiet, unseen grace,
The angel slips into his resting place—
Into the Bible resting by my side,
Within its sacred pages, he will hide.
I receive another annoying alert on my phone
someone wants my vote, my money, my business
who are these creeps? These peons? these gnomes?
I hit report and send them to the land of ignore
I do not give strangers one ounce of my time
I am old
I could die any hour now
WE ARE ALL PERPLEXED
WHAT WAS AGREED IN THE TEXT
LEAVING US ALL VEXED
She loves whatever I text her.
I could text,
"Got in a car wreck this morning"
and her first response would be,
"Loved 'Got in a car wreck this morning'"
Then she'd text, "OMG. You alright?"
followed by a few heart emojis.
Oh, those damned, emotionless heart emojis.
Why can't just end the text by saying, "I love you"?
many of us do not speak text
I am one of them
LOL
leave out liquids?
LOL
linger on lightly?
LOL
leaking oxidized lightfoot
LOL
liquids ostracize lefty?
PIR
You have to be kidding me!
Ily my darling
Said the Bf to his GF
BTW you made me LOL
Ur so funny
FYI YOLO AFAIK
BRB ASAP
Send Dm at EOD
Thanx :)
And who said romance is dead?
money is a form of money
money is a form of a text
a form of text is a form of money
a difference of a text is a difference of money
difference is difference,text is text,money is money
mathematically mathematically the text is mathematically mathematically the difference
mathematically mathematically the form is mathematically mathematically the money
mathematically is mathematically the difference
mathematically is mathematically the text
mathematically is mathematically the money
a boat of text is a boat of money
a boat of difference is a boat of money
a boat of form is a boat of money
a boat of form is a boat of text
money is a land of a form
money is a land of a text
money is a land of a boat difference
a boat difference is a boat load of a land
a load of difference is a load of a land
a load of difference is a load of money
money is a boat load difference
I read her text:
"I'm vexed and oversexed,"
"Oh no, what will my Mother think?"
I sent a text:
"Screw vexed, Baby, I'm next,"
"Bring your Mom along for a drink!"
I read her text:
"You next?, you're the one vexed!"
"You're so bad and your manners stink!"
I sent a text:
"Not vexed, just oversexed,"
"Mom might not be mad as you'd think."
These hand sized gadgets is something we use to communicate
We use these devices to relate good news that can't wait
We take pictures and create memories of our experiences
Also to record a conversation or video criminal offenses
Many addictions have been created as technology evolves
Different social medias and games to keep everyone involved
One phone seems to vary in cost from another
With apps such as FaceTime to help distant lovers
Those are the advantages but there's also disadvantages
Those that causes you to put your neighbor in bandages.
A conversation full of joy or an argument that's perplexed
You end up taking someone's life while sending a message in a text
You can't drive and focus while someone is screaming in your ear
Attempting to do so is like jumping rope after having a few beers
Know when and how a cell phone should be used
A topic that this current generation has confused
To meet converse
give me a ring
hmu
perchance communicate
'twould be a fine thing
if it were so
but no
wtf
lower case letters and emojis
are the way of the day
mostly with nothing much to say
smh
no wonder the globe is warming
with all the power used and abused
omg
but what did they find
to fill their tiny minds
lol
before they owned
their so-called smart phone
idk
i text dead people for advice.
not because they answer—
they don’t—
but because they never interrupt.
i tell my grandfather
about the boy who left mid-winter
and how my ribcage still
clicks shut like a locket
when someone new gets close.
he was buried in silk,
but i like to imagine
he’d wear combat boots now
and tell me to run before love
swallowed me whole.
i ask Sylvia
what to do
with the hurt that has no name,
the ache that sits like a houseguest
i never invited.
i send her my poems at 3 a.m.—
the ones with too much blood
and not enough metaphor.
she doesn’t reply.
but somehow, i feel seen.
sometimes i text
my childhood self.
she’s dead too,
in a way.
i ask her if the monster
was really under the bed
or if it slept in a room that never unlocked.
she sends back
a drawing of a girl
with no mouth.
i know what she means.
my inbox is a graveyard.
a collection of ghosts
who hold more kindness
than most living hands.
they never leave me on read.
they never ask me
to explain my sadness
in bullet points.
i text dead people for advice
because the living
tend to offer solutions
when all i want
is for someone
to hold the question.
I said just breathe in, uncompress your lungs—
re-tongue a kindness
in through mouth—now, hold your death.
Pen's pulses, still, stand witness.
messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke
your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore
pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore
I heard your exciting news today
A brand new baby on the way
Congratulations to you and your man
I’m so delighted to be a great gran
Your mum is happy, she waited a while
And ecstatic dad has a permanent smile
But remember my dear this is not a toy
It’s real live baby, girl or boy.
Have you thought of a name for this bundle of joy ?
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