Leaky Pipes
my brain
is full
of leaky pipes
memories
trickling out
like sewage
from a broken toilet
how do i keep
all of that shit inside
instead of letting it wash over
the tiled floor?
i wish i knew
how to build aquaducts
like the romans
and let
my sewage
flow the way
it's supposed to.
but my pipes are leaky
and i keep forgetting
the things i once deemed important,
and i keep remembering
the things i'd rather forget.
how did i learn
to remember?
i didn't.
the things i remember are just
chunks of sewage
too big to fit through
the holes
in my leaky pipes.
Learning Curve
After hatching,
between the ruptured cannisters,
and the leaking barrel,
I slithered helplessly in the mirk.
such is the way of the swamp.
many who hatch , in fact,
never reach maturity.
others become degenerates.
the temptations are too great,
the orb of the angler newt,
the games the arachnids play.
I won’t say,
that I came out of it unscathed.
i lost many tentacles along the way,
and my red glowing eyes,
are less then they once were.
but i learned the golden rule,
the one to keep or lose it all:
when in doubt, there is no doubt.
follow it’s simple logic: if life handed you a moment, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
follow it’s simple logic: if life handed you a moment, when thinking fast takes you a certain way, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
when thinking fast takes you a certain way, when thinking fast takes you a certain way,
know, friend, that doubts you feel, are memories of patterns.
little arreys of shadows, that you recognize, but know not from when.
it is a distant memory, that warns you...
stay away, fom the hungry newt,
keep your eyes erect.
you may not have enough time for constructive analysis , to catch on to the gaping jaws that await.
live, friend, live. to eat upon the angler newt, when your day comes!
the glowing blisters taste so sweet...