From all the pieces
of lives
we pull together,
stitches in time
saving nine,
feeling fine sometimes,
other times
rearranging the medicine cabinet,
tiny powdery gods
to place sublingulaly,
heading to pill-land
where you can shake hands
with the sunshine
and warm breezes
for twenty minutes or so,

these pieces of our lives,
we put them there,
morning breakfast,
or we skip it,
alarm clock wakes us, or we miss it,
we run a mile a day just to waste time
between morning and night,
just to waste time,
between the
fight
and
the flight,
sewing all the little bits of us,
partial seams,
if we even have dreams anymore
we pull them out of our wallets
or our pill-boxes,
place them in our hampers,
turn them down with our covers,
fuck them, sandwiched between that other body
and ourselves...
nameless monsters
or faceless gods
moving around our lives
in and out of our vision,
frightening and forming us
creating and destroying us
embroidering and emblazoning us,
these chemicals and routines
and relationships and memes
heartbeats and chipped teeth
eggwhites and timecards,
uppers, downers, booze,
doctors, lawyers, friends, fear,
the devil,
a lover,
doppleganger,
geist,
they are all here.

10/08/2009

Posted on 10/08/2009
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