near second and center

pulling luggage, tugging at scarves, sneezing
and then pointing off in the distance,
with clarity as if it had jarred something loose,
which had been causing postponement of thought.
these sleepy dreamers,
these megalomaniacal underachievers,
these hospital gift shop romance participants,
these gambling fools drooling on stools pulling levers
that will spin wheels
of thought and desperation,
but might just release the trap door which can drop
a player into the time of their life
in the prime of their life.
Able to drop dime on all strife,
so as to let it know it has no control.

It only supposes control for its shape and fortitude. It assumes it and yet is never in possession. If there is nothing special about it then do not brag on its behalf. Merely show it the door and help it the rest of the way as is needed.


Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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