#jozef conaway

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:: Surreality ::

In a few short years, I will be a man with an incomprehensible stare, an unassuming glare as indifferent as it is menacing.  In a few short years, the world seems the same but it will never be--we're headed one way, and if we change course, we are still headed one way. In a few short years, it's promised, things will come together again in one glorious eureka moment.  In a few short years, I'll be in the ether, floating as I had been for aeons, more at peace with the pieces of myself than I ever have been.

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:: Surreality ::

Quiet, warm, and quiet. Not a ripple on the lake, not an insect to bug. Blue moon burning coldly through the clouds. The aluminum dock shimmers in the faded light. In the distance, flickers of lightning beyond the trees energize the sky, frightful as I, never bat an eye. Slowly, slowly drift on the surface of the water, heels slowly sifting through silt and seaweed; brain slowly slipping to sleep. Smoke-like ribbons, ethereal and ephemeral, reach their fingers up to the clouded skies, welcoming the change. Welcoming the violent change.  Cool rain, frayed by the grid, mists my face through the open window and I awake to thunderous fanfare, my journey at its end.

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:: Surreality ::

I open our main door, it squeaks and I wince, annoyed. I open the door leading outside, one door left before I exit, and it whines like a dog. I stop all forward progress, because I'm very good at that, and start my search for WD-40, because I'm also very good at doing things after putting them off for months. I stop searching because there is no WD-40.    There is a wolf standing outside the screen door. I am nowhere near any sort of wilderness.    This is startling. I grew up somewhere near lots of wilderness.    Not too startling. I look at the creature looking at me with some sort of acknowledgement of shared living arrangements. I look at the huge dog as he lumbers through the lilacs, into the night, incontent with this state of affairs.

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:: by jozef conaway ::

:: stutter

sometimes i let my mouth do the talking it gets me into trouble

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:: by jozef conaway ::

:: unshared caring and so it goes that load you row down tracts and trails and rivers never cease to upturn churning & scuffing you on your way if you ever finish I doubt you'll be back so soon relive it all in your mind's eye enchanted loom it's all so heavy it'll all break soon so heavy it all breaks down entropy is as atoms are doomed to solitude keep bouncing little atoms get hot and find another lose some of yourself in the process you lose in the end regardless what race to win what wasted skin inks upon a page an article a shoulder your shoulder should not be shared to take a load it has enough of your shit. 

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:: by jozef conaway ::

:: the Kurtfest Haiku vol. II i offered my life but they said no we want a real Vacation Dad the truth came alone speaking with Strictly Hammers on ears so twisted quaking earth got shook bedrock Shakin' Babies no lullabies tonight

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:: by jozef conaway ::

:: the laughter wind-down

laughing my way through the days until i see that this is no sitcom. there is no joke. a smile seen half-shadowed, creeping by candle light. teeth are grown for biting.