Zest for Sense, Incense for the Rest
you can change your life & diet, wife & quiet flame
I heard about a guy who cleft his life from being and became.
thrust out the dreams of Suckling sleep ye still as naked babes
should auld acquaintence be kersplatt mash ctrl+s to save
the days were colored sharply when the corner cricket chirped
oh ye of little landing strip, a pubic hair excerpt,
at night our feral hearts coerce and coarse with dark blood's song
I heard about the boundlessness, I heard that I heard wrong
who names the mute perfection whence they are in its midst?
I heard you were the frozen dew on brown addled grass tips
or tending to your horses, armchairs, onanastic dawns
I intend to watch the moon and hurdle soft headlong
into the low oblivionic funeral of time
as quotidian embrace holds sway. Can yours be same as mine?
we did a toast to fixedness and smashed the glasses thus
why clink together softly when the sidewalk poplars shush
turn absence into presences, see what cannot be seen
smile, be gentle, do not lie and regress into the sheen
of hot upholstered mysteries , the trash bill by the door,
Austere façades, in yellow best to ward off gloom & more
I heard about a guy back east, the trees all lost their leaves
in voicemails drenched by honkytonk and radiologies
the sulphor of the darkness sparkling comes, a little bit,
into the novitiate morning honey, so how about it
I heard if we squeeze tightly through the void of the absurd
paper gospels caked with smoke and bleached black by the world
can change everything back, and us, with an ironic eye
I heard it'd take a monthly fee, perhaps it's worth a try.
The day is like us, she thinks; it hasn't decidedwhat to become. The traffic light at Linwoodgoes from red to green and the trucks start up
-Gord Downie
This concludes the 26 blog cycle we started back in 2022. YAY!
-D'Masked Man
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