it's time, i find, to try out a longer prose
whilst staying inside my own postal code
i don't suppose, since i'm alone, anyone would know
how to make the words, the phrases, the art
(i guess it is already occuring so i should stop referring to it as something i'm about to do)
is there some sort of handbook, a guide?
obviously beside the obvious, that thing in the sky
the much admired, the wired yet strangely wireless
collection of human consciousness, the internet
*side note* HOW THE FUCK DOES THE INTERNET EVEN WORK? DOES ANYONE EVEN KNOW?
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i'm a tad hungover, i'm a little bit weary
but good can come out of bad contrary
to unwholesome, sad features in whatever
magazine is "it" this month, whatever's considered clever
whatever's considered better
together we can fight this, this onslaught
this plethora of feathery thought
by adding to it, of course
even if you're a little out of sorts
because you're dealing with troublesome ideas like
how do i exist, within the context of this
(waves arms frantically around head)
how is it that we can have a conversation
pick up on fluctuations, be able to relate, have relations
and then, like changing radio stations, disable, the situation
is bleak, from the fast-forming rifts to the context shifts
to speak, which is a gift in itself, a lift
that lets us rise above other life, amidst
turmoil, amidst strife, we find ourselves saying the words
find it, like a treasure hunt or some shit
why is it that we pick someone, we sort of have to, don't we?
there's a massive emphasis placed upon this, don't you agree?
i feel as though it's not for me, then again it's our nature apparently
so clearly it's more for me than i'd previously seen but get this,
i have to find a soul who probably was never lost in the first place
and convince them to spend their time, which is theirs,
otherwise i feel lonely and all kinds of upset
well that's just bloody silly.
this isn't a love poem, but it is about love
this isn't philosophy, but it is philosophical
this isn't good, but there is good in it
this is the first piece of writing i will hashtag poetry in
snowghoul
kaledo-art
germansingergirl