Note: Just messing around with stream of consciousness / free writing. Don't take anything too seriously.
Dangling real estate, molly-coddled mouths
An insipid insinuation, birth and death of a nation
Integumentary, integral, grating ears like tin-roof timber howls
Fingers pointing, missing the point, sharpened to a point
Raise the stakes and thrust them through the hearts
Of the vampires you imagined so long ago
Who every so often creep from your sleeping brain
And leap the stain on the wall to crawl over the ceiling,
Feeling the real world, fingers unfurled and pointing
Disjointing
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Shall the world forever go
Traipsing in a festal gown
Round a lawn that's turning brown
Running faster every minute
Never pausing, for infinit
y?
No.
In the moss-green automobiles we choke, the smoke surrounds us
Bounds us
Gives us eyes to see our doom, impending through the smoggy gloom and
Drowns us
In inescapable, insoluble,
Incoherence.
A game of checkers, ham and cheese, the answer
Must lie somewhere in this pile of discarded microwaves
Mattresses, mufflers, milk-cartons, mittens
Somewhere in this infinite library of babbling Babel
Is a phrase in a language no one reads
Knit by chance into the heel of a sock, worn, discarded, forgotten
Longing but unable to scream "STOP" and halt the world
For just a second in her frenzied dances
And explicate the circumstances
But. That's just a theory, after all.
And if the frogs end their ponderous battle in the creek
Perhaps I'll test it, burn it, let it rest
Perhaps I'll lie down and look for answers in the clouds and the trees
They're as likely there, after all,
As in every word the human hand ever wrote
And maybe we've written enoug
I learned a new word today: Integumentary. The integumentary system is the same as the endocrine system, "the set of organs forming the outermost layer of an animal's body" (Wikipedia). I don't know if I WANT to know why integumentary was in your stream of consciousness, but that's pretty cool. Thanks for sharing your free-writing. It was super funky and I loved it. I like the irony at the very end that "written enoug" is incomplete.
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