In an alternate version of today,
I corner each whim w/ a lullaby
Hush—there's nothing interesting
about a resistible urge
Instead, a card left face up
so its forces leak, lap the hours
We indecisive are most receptive
to rituals, for want of what
more to do when
waiting for what's next
Boldened by last night's harvest-
bright glow, I flung sage ash
onto the stoop & said sh**ty energies
be gone in a touch too-civil tone
Continued in today's itinerary of walking
to forget motion's the only goal
A want to not believe in goals
disconcertingly a goal itself
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Botch divinity yr own way:
it's the freestyle round of sentience
Pick an amulet like evil eye, opal, or
more pink pills bisected into crescents
then tilt skyward for cloudy viscera
of a crystal ball & attempt prognosis
or else stumble on
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To relinquish logic is to let sense
& reflex swerve
Trip over a cobblestone loose
since always, even though I know
better & still do when sliding
uncovered into the hottest patch of sun
just to make those fading teeth-marks
gleam a red bloom
for sheer love of mementos
Scan ledes & the weekly horoscopes
of still-relevant loves while mine advises
spiritually adopt hedonism: a clear signal
to lose the plan altogether
& claw harder into what
I want to take along
Let the hungry ghost gorge
Try & keep it down this time