dear unrelenting neverending uphill battle i bought some new boots today size twelve double wide steel toes and hard soles does that frighten you? of course not you are the unrelenting neverending uphill battle journey with no arrival mindless ambition, missions and visions tall as denali long as god’s shadow all of us on trial as a kid i got my ass kicked by the other kids in school beat down in the home that i ran from beat down in the streets i ran to as a man dragged down in the great recession lost the business i built from spit and dirt and beaten flat in the aftermath by the i.r.s. cut down to size in the eyes of soulless white collars got my ass kicked by every boss i crossed every woman i loved, everything below and everything above thugged and mugged in the dark left for dead and i wreck myself when no one else will cause i don’t know myself without any bruises can you see all the teeth in my eyes? i’m a bubba-shaped object hands like two pitbulls a mind made of knuckles a heart of scar tissue blood like burnt diesel my name is no-shame and i’ve got some new boots dear unrelenting neverending uphill battle i’m coming for you
my poem “the coffinsmith” was just published in “Edge of Humanity Magazine”, you can read it here.
also, i included this poem in my latest digital chapbook, “risking absurdity”, which you can read here
also also, sorry i haven’t been posting much, i just recovered from foot surgery and just getting back on my feet and getting my life rolling again, had to switch apartments, and all kinds of random nonsense, but i will be writing, reading and posting again soon
i felt you rise in the middle of the night shaking me awake as you lifted from the bed, i heard you walk down the hall, you were wearing socks, i heard them talking to the carpet, wool whispering to wool, i heard the light switch click in the kitchen and the ceiling fan start to whirl, i wondered what was keeping you up perhaps you were getting some water, perhaps you were going thru the bills again, drawing numbers on the backs of torn envelopes with a pen running out of ink perhaps you were thinking of windmills in wyoming, not the old fashion kind which you like, but the modern ones that make electricity, which you also like, tall sleek towers with long sleek blades, and all the wind of wyoming spinning them, pushing electrons down long black wires, thru windswept prairies, along oddly number highways, across state lines and into your kitchen ceiling fan, to make, of all things, wind circuit complete or maybe you were thinking of your mother, who passed last month, your heart still broken, thinking how she used to talk on the phone with both her voice and her hands, as if someone on the other end could see her hands explaining things, same as you do, circuit complete the same way i shave my father’s face every morning in the mirror, circuit complete and then i heard you walk back down the hall, dragging your sleepy feet, i heard the static in your footsteps, circuit complete, folding your shape back into my shape, circuit complete outside, the darkness was doing its darkness, crows were dreaming their crow-dreams, trees were speaking the language of leaves, you were wearing socks, i was wearing socks, and all the sheep asleep on the rolling green fields of new zealand were making socks
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