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RacineI crack another bottle of rum and give the letter another shot.Racine
Dear Racine,
I am sorry. I’m sorry for the things I’ve said, the things I’ve done. I am sorry for the courses life events have taken, though we both know I have no control over those. I am sorry for winding up where I am; just like everybody else. Boring. Slowly dying and not even paying attention to it.
But we know what I am really saying. I am most sorry for the things I have not said, the things I have not done. The courses I chose not to tak
by `nonculture
A Casual FuneralA plane home, holding it together like winter in June, a passed away friend’s dry groundA Casual Funeral
hard to find as any
from a mile up, or only six feet away.
No cocktails, no Dramamine,
I’ll sick and seizure just the same; my manual is made of liquid, fragile as a prayer recited in slumber at the luggage station,
where a conveyer lets go, go, go
until the rollers break; until the rubber throws up its hands in split hair strands, and finally says “no.”
A plain home,
holding it together like a dese
by `nonculture
CircumventionRip a spoke from your routine, dip it inCircumvention
your heart and ink, siphon words that hibernate between morning drives and rush hour eyes searching tinted glass in front and behind for
someone, anyone, to show a sign of life.
It was lost somewhere in conditioned air and squares of quasi- privacy, a circulatory thump of hardening arteries and congested highways all dead-ending in logoff screens and red lights.
Sit. Wait. Sigh as you bleed the tanks and wells dry.
It’s whiplash, all pumps and stops,
and I WANT A SIGN. Not in front or behind but besid
by `nonculture
Asa No HanketsuAsa No HanketsuAsa No Hanketsu
Four A.M. locomotive whistle whale song To a world at sleep, solo’s over steady meter Of off-kilter ceiling fan thoughts; Rotating blades cycled by a switch On a wall well out of reach.
Sentries flank concave entries keeping watch For nocturnal communications – rhythmic rituals Not meant for human ears; he feeds them back As an undertow current emanating precious hours lost Fighting gravity with his heart, amazed The surge for air finds strength enough to stamp A permanence that begs to see the light of day; Reborn at every sunri
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Finding a big gun
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-Thea Vidale
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