PUT YOUR GUN DOWN

cars
motorcycles
busses
trucks
scooters
mopeds
ladybugs
ducks
owls
put your gun down

newspapers
pots
plots
kabobs
logos
barbed wire
photos
ended plots
put your gun down

hell
heaven
earth
mars
casinos
roller rinks
think tanks
battlefields
whore houses
TV show sets
dimly lit rooms
comfy bar stools
exsanguination
wheel chair ramps
penguin costumes
air fields
landing strips
alien abduction cases
data
dada-ism
fruit punch
happy faces
base ball fever,
baseball forever,
some think
crystals and prisms
shards of light
of glass
glasses sliding down
nose
distorted expression
bent
running through
a field
of vision
abductee
remembering it all
revisitation
trauma
more hell
prison
energy encasing
pretty features
proper
upstanding
classroom
know-how
banyan tree
bonsai tea
kamikaze knee

jogger’s lag
smoker’s cough
captain’s crunch

salvation
time
for
lunch
gotta
hunch
rapist’s schedule
Kafka’s novel
vivisect
protest
conquest
a place
to sit down
put your
money down
put your
gun down
toilet flush
face flushed
embarrassed
gas station pricing
the sky
the sea
the land
shit talking
closed doors
honey wine

Sign at street comes on in a headache flash of a jump with a rusty trunk going up to reveal leaves and dirt all over the engine. The whole contraption is a game of dominos the second you pull that haystack needle holding your breath—there it goes! I figured out what a blur it is—that is, there are some things your mind likes to blur or tune down, but more specifically, blur. A good concept by day, easy to visualize. In conversation, there’s the other person’s face across from you and all the background of the world behind them you just grey out, which is what you see in magazines and elsewhere and well, we bring one thing quickly into focus and blight out the rest, and it’s reflected in design and attitude—Paid for, or your friend acquires, or it’s just there, and the rest goes to the back burner. On hold. Spacial organization of materials and concepts to accomplish goals one through ten. Blend! Blend what ya gotta blend. Partly what it means to be a morning person is your personal ability to blend back in with the hustle and bustle of society for yet another brand new day after another disastrous night of never enough sleep, drunkenly you flip around as dead fish to the alarm clock blaring saying Time again to interact! But it’s all a blur.

But these are not the limiting subjects I want to concern myself with, which are only limiting when I apply the label, but still… I cannot stay stuck Dead fish death right away sudden accident unexpected such a fate as that, oh god not for me, I embrace the details like forensics because I did not become me on my own all by myself. Ponder that. Ponder nothing.

Discomfort. bits of trash gladly open closed business blinds torn curtains bleed blend blank. Ponder blank distortion and static reverb frames all under water friends caught sick. Ponder sweltering heat and a tear down of the top layer. First aid pretending in denial in luke warm dimensions—the cavity festers and hammers. work hard fruitless fructification at least you’ll know the time as a witness. Ponder the blessing the knowing the awareness. See? Breathe your breast plate steady. Mark the repetitions, thanks. Harassment is alive, a live organism. Desolate statements slake and overtake ponderosa blue faced scarecrow winds, accept in earnest. Pushed down the daisy chain—explain to them forever, for if you ever stop, it’s apocalypse of pop pap an evening Sunday or otherwise underdressed understated
not at all dressed.

Undressed Intro to life to life 101 to just thrown out into the middle of the road, no reference point. Didn’t ask for so much of this and that, reeling hurt, up early hurting, up early hurting with one light on, up early hurting with one light on never forgiving myself… Though I’ve not had to put on gloves and take off gloves to hide away, I only leave evidence of good things to come.

so wish me well

kindly
bless these sneezes
all winter long

wish me well
like you are the
well wisher of mankind
like you are kind
like you are a man

sneezes seduce my nose and nose hairs

vomiting messiahs
make my knuckles hurt
while I play poker with
the whores

I unknowingly vow
poverty
and consciously
invoke lottery winnings behind
closed doors

not a fly
will come to harm
in the filming
of this poem

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