7.6.11




Who then is the father of time? The detritus mess from which we came from. He is the one who keeps everything from happening at once, twice. The problem of which there’s too little. He is past the age that he feels he is obliged to like something and for this reason carries a scythe.

Gone, gone beyond, gone beyond


The sister of mercy is obligation.  When she kicks in she will forever after have worry as a distraction. However, distraction is sometimes an inoculation against depression. 

Gone, gone beyond, gone beyond

The brother of love’s favorite tools are mental telepathy and leverage. A verbal taser gun is often useful, but not mandatory. He is the cartoon character looking both ways before crossing the street, seeing it safe, puts a foot out and immediately gets flattened by oncoming traffic.

Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond

The second cousin of scatology is creative disruptiveness. Involuntary, consistent, and memorable. Faithfully and continuously changing the scrip to a new genre between dark & iffy. Branded a Grapheme because as a child he complained of fuchsia headaches and mentioned the letter A wanted to be red. He had been unaware his experiences were unusual until another pointed out others did not have them.

Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond

The mother of reinvention states that what mother said at one time is destined to be said again. The biological function she offers speaks and has listeners, but not of the understanding sort. Like being served before you order; being forced to eat before you are hungry.


The voices spoke inside her head more clearly than she had heard when they were alive. The now disembodied words circle inside the mental haunted house. They wager and scold with a verbal finger-wag.
Light up the smudge stick and hand it over.


The human condition is such this.
Saying what we are trying to mean and answering what we don't want anyone to hear.
All the while hoping we won’t carry any regrets and others will read between the lines.

She has lived long enough to be moved into top place.
Now misunderstood gets its first-hand chance.


13 comments:

  1. gone gone beyond...how convinient for us these days ( my husbands father died)

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  2. Hah... I dig this. Is the second cousin of scatology cute and single? Not that I'm interested in a scatologist... I'm just wondering.

    You link this?

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  3. Love it. Lot's of resonance with carrying regrets and hoping others read between the lines although they rarely do.


    Jeff the second cousin of scatology is a bloke! As a child HE complained of fuschia headaches . . .

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  4. ha. pointed, yet...i know that sister and mother...poignant piece...got grit as well and sticks...

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  5. OK then, usually I "feel" your writing, but often don't understand it (which I know sounds odd, but you should take it as a compliment). This time, I totally understand, and am left wondering if you've been spying on my family.

    I like this a lot.

    P.S. (To Jeff) I rather thought you might know the cousin (a bloke indeed) well...

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  6. awesome awesome. read it twice, got some of it, reading between the lines has never been my long suit. keep on keepin' on.

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  7. last three stanzas!! Loved them. Every word.

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  8. yup... distraction is good inoculation...

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  9. Pretty sure Jeff IS the cousin... He's always been in love with himself. ;)

    I like the lines in between and the use of bolding and certain words. Your verbal pictures are just as intricate and interesting as your painted ones and always, always something to look forward to!

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  10. People, please discuss Jeff in someone else’s' comment box. ;}

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  11. Lots to interpret, in one way or another - in the end, it certainly makes sense to me -
    Hope all is (s)well J = Cheers!

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  12. Oh, I love the sister of mercy is obligation. What is mercy without it?

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  13. I must be obtuse. As many times as I've read this, I still don't really understand.

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