🍂Pon-tif-i-ca-ting🍂

[rattailpanda]

Your poet has moved across the states. ~ Outsider, even my old books wont talk to me now. I carefully make my selection, but they turn away cold. ~ I'm afraid I've turned my back on them for too long now. I wonder what happened to all the other English majors. ~ Time has passed and I wonder how they are dealing with the endless chaos, endless movement. Maybe they still read. ~ East Coast snow really likes to stick around and chat. In fact it encourages my rants. I make little progress. ~ I've noticed that the book on my desk has started to glow. Very slightly now, but it's there. Starting to warm up.

[rattailpanda]

Moongod, where's your glow?

[rattailpanda]

Life on the super sonic everlasting island of the pigs cash out all the bank accounts and retire from the previous well worn out gigs. ~ Trying to avoid parasites observe the fish’ burning fins heterocercal remember what they say: time is a flat circle. 

[rattailpanda]

bad decisions are like boomerangs stock prices crash to the floor no wonder that you start to think “I don’t wanna be an adult anymore.”

[rattailpanda]

Another light over Campden years later, think of all the things you’ve seen. Perhaps the aliens have returned, and they’ve trapped me in their tractor beam.  ~ Or I’m a small light in the plane  over your place or mine  drinking a complimentary beer time trades days for years  and it might leave you wondering  what the aliens were really doing  here.

[rattailpanda]

I’m in the  mush brain town the people are dull  and the river is brown. 

[rattailpanda]

As long as there is no heaven or hell horrible deathly decision ~ I’ll be back in some  alternative molecular composition. 

[rattailpanda]

I like to sleep don’t mean to be repetitive just give me some booze some booze and a sedative.  

[rattailpanda]

Approaching 30 companionship is key these bugs can enjoy  my coffee with me.

[rattailpanda]

No reasonable talk  about who is the poorest  I am the last  the lonely tourist. 

[rattailpanda]

Involved in the world

an empty bar

drunk with a million strangers

a billion brilliant stars.

[rattailpanda]

Drinking beer  and laying in bed potato chips  to numb the head. 

[rattailpanda]

I have dug myself into a comfortable cavern deep down with warm enough metaphysics and soft enough religion for me to make my bed with my left hand in the East my right hand in the West all of my experience by my feet my books support my bed to laugh and fall asleep.

[rattailpanda]

I am awash in the  overflow... been trying to integrate the shadow... 

[rattailpanda]

Mahlet

They are coming for you.  Sitting behind your car,  peaking inside the windows  when you are alone and  cuddled up trying to stay warm  with a hydrocodone buzz  when there is nothing else going on  and you look at your phone and there is  a million missed calls and two hundred texts sitting with horrible posture trying to read  next to a warm bath and preparing  to throw one leg in front of the other  after coming back down from the mountain  with sore legs that will hardly stretch out  fearing mountain lions and predatory life events but also fearing wasting time, go ahead and  try to plant your feet on solid ground  over and over knowing that the mountain lions, these predatory events are wearing masks to look like humans  and they are coming for you and I. 

[rattailpanda]

rolling around in my ever changing philosophies.

[rattailpanda]

hundreds of birds flew over me  screaming in the snowy night  pale twilight, white and grey screaming enigma, falling into the chaos that circles weak stability  cursing my divination  I’m melting down  turning white  falling asleep  in the snowy grass.