Night’s Malaprop Sincerely
A poem by Josh, Jacob, and Jason on: Absurda bath time where everything clutters and there’s a hole in the bath but no drain and it’s time for my shear lazy light post to ring an alarm of safeness sparks colors exchange numbers every reason to forgive reason and dilate in the lilac hospital forever never undone upside down nonsense streaming song disproportionate disproof unbelievable forgot to text logical awareness
not the same as concrete though not a definition. The true definition is that there will be none. The uncolored creature in my bathtub, filling its mouth with incoherent bubbles. A word Jacob said and is a line. This is the defined. Unknown. A small cow without a body.
bubbly sentiment takes over mind patterns and makes waves of reality clusters on the moon. Before I fill in the holes with porridge gumption and hard work fills my mouth like I haven’t experienced before. Who is to say there’s never been anything like this before?
probably it is the smoke form floating from mouth to my face as it second hand fucks the oh-too. It’s purple in my sleep and warns of what it is before it comes. The old woman speaking from her elbow is its nemesis because what’s ever been worse for a thing that comes and goes like that. The smoke thing dances on eardrums telling me what to unhear.
the bear makes his or her den in early winter before the first snow so he or she can survive the bitter nights alone full on autumn’s eating patterns. Poke me, please, I’m afraid of dreaming hibernation into reality. The bear dwindles and dwindles into everything and nothing at the same time, waiting for waking’s call to green buds blooming for feeling full again.
fractions too early in life forking through moon light rubbing eye wide shutter misery walls resilient face screams collaborate to end everything my vehicle of dreams deconstructs sensual whiskey floating fake clouds of ice trigger articulation forgot I fake my own existence just holding on for dear life sleep sleep sleep is weeping outside in yellow forget me knots all covered plastic mistakes wishywashy deer velvet antlering a gaze cause raccoons are nearsighted
novels pie everything beer holes in my finger explode as a chest heaves binary and faces dislocate sinews sat in mind wandering stillness vehicle of faith free language as luggage I forgot what makes sense anymore & lately layers whisper crystal fragments the woods and lake snowed in my mistake my mistake my mistake English is my first language so appropriate
the the the woods held me too tightly and you asked for me to show myself to you at an all too young age where no one knows better. It wasn’t until bathtime days later that wrong was made wrong to me and sorries had to be shared weeks later. The woods warm and green and sweaty sang songs that I wouldn’t remember until much later when it all began again.
The day my dad opened the metal gate while I sat in the brown pickup with mom. Leaning forward I pulled down the mirror meant to look back, the mirror not quite mounted right. I wasn’t yelled at for my act because I was small and dad was tall. Mom didn’t know what to say and that “not” is what fills me most.
Dear thing name changing. Dear thing damaging the trees. Dear beer I say Nono yesyes to. Dear father son love. Dear I’m so Goddamn tired I must have sleep apnea. Dear names not made for normal people. Dear God maybe stop your plastic speak. Dear cinders in pants picked named God. Dear time what?
I’m calling to ask for the crow flying again. Black wings beating at cawing my nighttime delusions for never again. Dear home for the hungry, I wish to see you again.
deer antlers have velvet leaves trees susceptible to moaning death forgot my place hi how are you faking existence without memory and I struggle to alter any correspondence lately in my head would love to just jump out of this river barraging my misery belongs to us and my story diaphanous dear thing dear thing dear thing god maybe home for dinner?
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