What's Your Single Story of Me?

incense
intense
smoldering
wisps of ashes
fall
whips and lashes
you’re called
back to the room with the tarot cards
the glassy ball fades
as she folds her hand
“You were never meant
to come this far, but since you paid;
I can give you this.”
and she burdens you with Atlas’s shrug
the weight of others’ worlds
in your glove
you dole out fates, one by one
sequestered in dark, an asylum
safe from death,
contested instead, with-
the wants and needs
of the gypsy.

A dark constellation
glimmered in the deepest echo of light,
reflected off his eye…
It’s a faint world,
and a foggy lens
can lend a curious urge to see beyond the haze
from the hustle and stress of daily life.

“maybe the honey I had was bad.”
the thought hangs, questionably
in the air as I suck a droplet of the ambrosia
off of my finger.
honey can go bad, can’t it?
even with it’s antiseptic qualities
breeded and brooded over for quantity
but not the kind in me, currently.
my aunt makes the good stuff
these people in Florida, too
I think. Orange blossom
and dark amber
my own taste of health

It smells
it smells like spring
Like spring. The birds
birds begin to sing
To sing, again. Again
we open
We open our musty
windows. Musty-
windows and exhale mentholated
Exhale mentholated winter,
Winter is hibernating. Hibernating,
burnt out by green air.
Building greenware,
Greenware that stays moldable
even with the choking
The Choking heat

it
is
the smell of sandbox from recess
on my hands and underneath my fingernails.
deep breaths
inflation and ventilation
faster faster singing
screaming
hurting my esophagus
but it’s worth it
it’s worth the coughs and
the painful laughs
that follow.
tomorrow
I’m moving far away.
thousands of miles and thousands
of people to forget and fall in love with
first sights.
and it
it
is
worth it to feel some stress
feel some pain from vocal strain
today
to digest while resting
in one day.

It was then that I realized
I am funny
The smoke smells like snow wait no choke
laughs on words.
My responses to that story and others
filled patient awaiting for humorous sate
drinking dizzy dollars for dry dates.
It was then that I realized
I am selfless
In most situations, I second guess
like this, I might say this is selfish.
No matter no how it doesn’t care the name of the
sow, she’s good as any as long as she’s hearty.
We yell SOOOO-EEEEE! at friends who understand
we are not making fun of, but making fun with
so this tyrannical insanical maniacal riff
is a bit
less
bland.

I miss his dark eyes
the door is open, because he
won’t bark. I…
hear an airplane vortex of clouds
go by outside.
makes me think of Florida.
strangely hollow, this howl of engine
I know it’s full of sound

now is the
hollow of my bones, crisp, defining
halt stop processing and processing and
the pounding screws into grey matter, electrified
these are not nails, sharp, easy penetrate
piccolo and violin and
the screech of energy is
too much. right now
is the moment I must rest

is a word that describes my fate
qualitative insinuatively carving blank slate
my effort which provides full and less
could not be considered in this cut-and-paste mess
cheers to the A for alcohol pass after suspension
but everyone knew it already.
we were just pretending. so brownnose brownnose
don’t give a sh*t.
doesn’t matter anyone can pass blunt hit

ow ow ow ow
ouch ouch ouch
shot shot
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