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Meditation"let's try to meditate today"Meditation by ~fwick
we tried to meditate today
for five minutes
thinking of nothing
concentrating on clearing away
arrays and splayed routes
like paper routes
out of there
cobwebs brushed aside
cleaned the playing field
to play and play
and play like the mind's manhattan
like the hub
the grand central
the pearly gates of the greats
are open roped in "LET EM IN!"
let in the newfound
shoes
bruised broods and
clueless fools and
impressionistic folk art
the rushing daytrotters
slowing totters
people met never met maybe will meet tomorrow
maybe have always been there
and the new ones that stay the remnants of
a
Forgotten NightsThey'll findForgotten Nights by ~fwick
rebellion at the root of
every eyelash,
copper streaks and
silver starbursts in
locks of lots of
ribbons of hair
and pantomime,
she does,
at the end of the hall
on the floor,
lavatory bundles
when she clutches the bowl
wondering
"am I here" at all?
They'll find
all the strange
doubled up and half-hidden
hit and run
passed, blacked, maxed
out,
and she wonders
"was I there"
in the bowels of a
forgotten night.
For my breathFor my breathFor my breath by ~fwick
contains an
unrealisticsortof
quiver,
some low thump
(baseline)
bastes breast
into a golden,
unbreathablekindof
wonderful,
never heard in nature
(particularly in tune with
acoustic guitar)
like songs played on records
played on speakers
or a
slowed
down
symphony,
listen,
the gasp of substandard perfections.
Social EaseSocial easeSocial Ease by ~fwick
did not come easily
I'm pleased to be the archetype "other"
undefined but by "stranger"
like I'm some home grown
some negative unknown
as if you don't see me in the halls
bathroom stalls and
the walls around my bed don't touch down
in the same landfill
yours hit
as if a bit of my existence is the "other"
and that's
it.
I'm not offended
I just wonder
if you'd say the same to a little me,
hidden in long hair, green jacket, library lunches,
when I wasn't an "other" at all,
when I was a _______ and you were still
the one casting phrases, nicknames at
bigger drifters
before I learned to speak because
see,
social
now accepting applications...the smoke beneath your bed finally finds younow accepting applications... by `YouInventedMe
staring crooked in broken mirrors
searching frantically
for the fire of your former features
forever and ember
still breath and false starts
'til it whispers
sure
the universe is big business
constantly expanding
but the fact of (the) matter is
it desires you deposit d.n.a.
demanding genetic building blocks
on which to lay its foundation
and though the future of father's daughters
is
certainly uncertain
the sun set's assured
eventual
consumption
of
everything
meanwhile
I'm eagerly anticipating the arrival
of the non-linear one-liner
something like:
yes it all implodes
Sta.sh
Satisfied 
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