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sunset is an all day process
Amphetamines for breakfast
sedatives for supper
controlled consciousness
controlled life
sleep
and
wake
at uniform times
each day
routine is safe (routine is life)
predictability soothes
while
arrhythmia would irritate
controlled respiration
lungs inflate
and deflate
with a meditative pace
follow oxygen
slowly in
and even more slowly out
contouring to the insides
of our nostrils
neurons fire
synapse to synapse
the information transferred
allows us to recognize
that we are still alert
u n b r e a k a b l e
r h y t h m
more faithful than
a yellowstone geyser
no need for owning
sundials,
watches, or clocks
ticking and tocking
is inductive of headaches
and eventually
inestimably beloved aneurisms.
day
night
day
night
hello,
life
"So long everything!" he shouted, then he ran next door to Margot's house.
"I'm moving," he said.
"Where?" asked Margot.
"Two weeks away," he said.
"Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot.
"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go some place else."
"No." said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifteen years."
"Sixteen," said Mitchell.
"Fifteen... sixteen, what's the difference?" said Margot, "I want you to stay next door forever."
"I can't," said Mitchell, " I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed and eat breakfast in the same old kitchen. Every room in my house is the same old room, because I have lived there too long."
hospice for the elderly
'it's a girl!'
cigars
for the parents of my
brand new neighbor
in a perfect
faith restoring
benevolently harmonic
instantaneousness
it's all repetition
the same schematic situations
constantly reoccur
same meat over and over
replace details
insert new places
and even newer faces
hello, old friend
it's good to have finally met you
hello, new house
wouldn't you agree that
we have lived here for an awfully long time?
travel may alleviate
but the irregularity...
irritates
"And you look at me and think, same old face, same old tail, same old scale, same old walk, same old talk, same old Margot,"
"No," said Mitchell, "I like your face, tail, scale, walk, and talk."
"I like you."
"I like you too," said Mitchell. He walked through the door.
"I must pack," he said.
may i have some cough syrup?
i am feeling all too well
let's lie down for a significant
while
while
saying riddance to bad rubbish
particularly
to our spasmodic uselessness
no action acted,
no crime committed
but what's wrong with committing crimes anyway?
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