cacti eve

 

 

 

 

SCHMOO

 

 

 schmoo u 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moss 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SMOTE da'day

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I Smote 

the day

        ....he left

                me 

                .... hanging slack

 

      from some sad,

urine fouled

light pole

on a lonely backstreet 

freight route

... dismal, 

stank, night

his shadow

gone asunder

just around the corner

No calling out

for mercy

knowing exactly

where I went wrong

I wonder 

but my weaknesses

prevailed

held 

me captive, 

and 

nailed me to the cross

 

's my eternal blunder

 

 

V

Shoot Me Daddy

You know, I begged my Daddy to shoot me. I hit the bastard and he hit me back. It was brutal and physical. I was drunk. He was drunk. Some folks were terrified, but I was of the mind that 'this is only getting started, so let's get this the fuck over with'.

(If violence offends you, then run and hide...bury your head...curl to fetal...I would strongly suggest it, because it was about to get ugly.)

The brawl spilled onto and off the porch to the lot of slop we call 'the front forty', In truth, its a shit pile and no more than a ¼ acre. Dogs, hogs, and the lot, commonly use the lot to relieve their refuse reflex. After a chaotic while in that shit pile, the arms, chest, legs, they get encased in waste and you start to tire from the weight of all that shit. That's when I asked him, "How do you know you're my old man? He was dumbstruck and had no answer. Then things got funny. And you reconcile with the old man in another weak moment, guard down, no matter how vulgar a man he might be. The window opens and you breathe deep, and for a while, like so many times before, he just can't hurt you no more.

He died later that month, while I kept my distance, he slipped into a three day coma and passed a day later. They had my number, but no one called. I figure it was his last wish, and his final blow.

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                                                                                                                    photo: A N A T K  -  '20




"V"

thin self

You are a thin shadow of your former self, Fritz.

I am a thin self in search of my former shadow...

What was it that brought you here? Why now?

I flowed through my former life... learned lessons...found I needed to reconcile, but then came the realization - it's "The Reckoning". Spread barren, Splayed bare.

...What brings you here?

What brings me is purely a lark. Something sparked my imagination and I decided to let it play out.

I'm some whim? I see.  Some figment of your imagination...

An 'extension' perhaps, but ultimately, it just wasn't what I had imagined.

An “imagination” can take on many a color, with many changeable shades and moods. Are you sure? Sure of your scope and direction?

I believe...

I simply don't know if I... if I'm up to The Reckoning.

'The Reckoning' is amorphous...vaporous. There is either 'No Reckoning'...or, you surrender at the gates of your private heaven, to be vaporized into the air and reconciled as a hair on the chin of a mote lost and tossed in a cosmic dust storm.

Absurd. I can't reckon...

No. None of us can.

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