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dethroned
the hardback chair is broken - gone
replaced in my chaotic realm by
something someone might call tasteful
an upholstered seat and crafted arms
fall into place by the control center
it brought flickering words across
plato's movie screen yesterday
and i think of luck - good and bad
the jinx element that possesses
old card players and would-bes
my home changes without regard
to visionary seasons so private
and hidden in my calloused soul,
the place that gives birth and mix
to erupting songs and rhythms
nothing spectacular to report
simply trying to re-find comfort
while perusing dorn/winans/raphael
and listening to old hank's shows
the beer was cold - and plentiful
morning
incumbent dreams return and revise
in a bereft context of in and out
the spent nights are tiny pieces of death
that lose themselves continually
i survive in measured breaths
believing only in the nature of sanity
from paths unknown the darkness travels
succinct in constant immobile passion
i rise at dawn to wrestle the constraints
of time and place and distance
one behind the other
as day and duty
come to a close
i watch the rays wane
and the recycle bin overflow
the nothingness that has become the moment
brings comfort to a memory-less soul
a thousand bytes of experience behind
maybe half as many ahead
my breath gets heavier along with my eyes
empty cracker wrappers and cigarette cellophane
adorn the trashcan at my feet
the piss breaks are as regular as the beers
no dinner for me, and none tomorrow,
the fasting ritual makes sleep a reality
the music is never soft
as words spew in drifts and blasts
making their way
into my mental reserved sections
another 24 have passed
as always like the daily 12
what was learned in the speck
cannot be evaluated
until I rise in darkness
seeking vampires for comfort
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