Feb. 18, 2022

Fragments of the Incomplete

Magic Hat #9
Mini Victories & Minor Inconveniences:
the banks embedded thoroughly--
Useless Information.

A new month,
turned the calendar, turned the time
time turner tomorrows today is tomorrow today’s time tangled
tempting time
temps time

with the absence of summer breezes, and--
surplus of brews that compliments:
lime, sea salt,
the second purest sand in the world

A siesta, much deserved
The key to differentiating
soundless a spinning record,
a broken needle
needless to be fixed.

purple paisley playlists,
trust wrinkled into spilled beer bottles

Let me drink about this...
Writer's writing,
Scribed on barf bags
With a panoramic scope of the city at sunset,
glistening in all its glory.

vanilla sky cola-
you just need a few words to be poetic

Playful wisdom,
Wizardry wit--
Enchanted whirlwinds.
Spiral staircases winding
Slanted fourths architecturally.

It's all a bit off,
Esoterically eccentric.
Hauntingly beautiful,
sweetly smoothing synchronization.

charmingly melodic
painted melancholy undertones.

Abstractedly adjacent,
far out in its finest of tunes--
the surrealism,
worth the admiration.

Time turn this one out;
a pocket watch.
Brass roots,
solidify the foundation

There is a quill of cognition
controlling the poetry,
scribed on scrolls
There's a mental shortcut of backroads,
avoiding the highways of thoughts,
highways projected as troublesome, traffic jammed, toxic, tasking

An empty set:
A paradoxical inverse of infinity, I suppose
Politely put, pushing or pulling

We are reverbing radio feedback-
an echo we've yet to hear back.

cobblestone unmarked,
we used to not need painted division
four red signs at an intersection telling us in four seconds to go

accelerate, but pause first completely-
so engrained
cemented in, mirroring the paved suburban streets
speeding to the limit

It’s the long drive down 75S,
hungover as all hell,
stuck in night time traffic,
an exam the next afternoon
you haven’t even studied.
some cry, some eat, some fuck, some watch tv?

Oranges‌ ‌are‌ ‌my‌ ‌apples,‌ ‌
and‌ ‌there's‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌quite‌ ‌like‌ ‌sharing‌ ‌a bottle of wine‌ ‌masked‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌Manila‌ ‌envelope‌
corner‌ed ‌of‌ ‌the R ‌train‌ ‌
We're‌ ‌resolving‌ ‌to‌ ‌not‌ ‌pinpoint‌ ‌a‌ ‌one‌ ‌word‌ ‌definition-‌ ‌

Watching‌ ‌the‌ ‌logical‌ ‌foundation‌ ‌crumble,‌ ‌practicality‌ ‌columns‌ ‌fall‌ ‌down--‌ ‌
your‌ ‌brutally‌ ‌blue‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌inviting‌ ‌me‌ ‌in.‌ ‌

There's‌ ‌a‌ ‌syncopated‌ ‌skip,‌ ‌a‌ ‌hiccup‌ ‌in‌ ‌time‌ ‌ ‌
that‌ ‌electric‌ ‌shock‌ ‌of‌ ‌mutually‌ ‌agreeing‌ ‌ ‌

‌&‌ ‌we‌ ‌skipped‌ ‌the‌ ‌words, did we skip the words?

Pressing every letter key sending at the speed of light
thoughts incomplete--
sputtering sparks
so subtly
scattered sacred souls

where i’m familiar
i’m lost
i’m lost & it is familiar

i’m twenty
it’s summer
it’s sunrise
it’s Sugaree

I’m twenty one
it’s summer
it’s sunrise
it’s Satellite Skin

an ever-spinning vinyl
the comfort of a midwestern twang
a mildmay memory
modest mouse &-

i’m awake
i’m exhausted
i’m energized
i’m alive

it’s miserable
it’s mesmerizing
it’s mind numbing
it’s monotonic

haven’t i already done this before?
and didn’t i already do this before?
it all gets so familiar

& in the wake of it all
i’m lost
i’m here
here or there or here.

but i
enjoy the confusion
here or there or here.
the discoveries in the lack-
of direction

so motivated, we are-
the young
to skip synchronized upon the stepping stones
lain out for us

don’t tread on dewy grass,
you’ll get your sneakers dirty