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Yellow Card

YELLOW CARD*

We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.

Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.

But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.
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Some unknown friend came by
Dropping a little yellow card
Through my letterbox today.

On one side were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are true.”

On the other were the words
“The words which are written
On the other side are false.”
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Stop expecting what you’re expecting.
It’s time to give up.

But who is it that gives up?
Okay I give up.

We cannot understand anything
While our understanding gets in the way.

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*Yellow card.

Please Help Us God

PLEASE HELP US GOD

We know the drill
If not from life then TV
“I swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing
But the truth so help me God”

So much of what we believe
We know is but subjectivity
Built as we grope our way
Of calcified assumptions
And received knowledges

There does indeed exist
An essential framework
With a good and a bad
That is nicely pliable so
Applicable as required

Sadly heart and mind concur
We are all too oftentimes
Cut off from our source
And so unwittingly impose
Our own distortions instead

Happy Thanksgiving

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

We’re not all Americans though
On the other hand
On the other hand
Gratitude is always in season
Given we’re all fingers of one hand
On the other hand
On the other hand
It isn’t rooted in slavery and genocide either
On the other hand
On the other hand
We breathe in, we breathe out, we breathe on

Bad News

And this one is for Maya because she’ll know why.

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PORTIONS FOR FOXES

There’s blood in my mouth ’cause I been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin’ trash but I never say anything

And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
And the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I’m alone if I’m with or without you
But just bein’ around you offers me another form of relief

When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
And the bad dreams lead me to callin’ you
And I call you and say, “C’mere!

And it’s bad news
Baby, I’m bad news
I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it’s bad news
Baby, it’s bad news
It’s just bad news, bad news, bad news

‘Cause you’re just damage control
For a walking corpse like me – like you
‘Cause we’ll all be portions for foxes
Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes

There’s a pretty young thing in front of you
And she’s real pretty and she’s real into you
And then she’s sleepin’ inside of you

And the talkin’ leads to touchin’
Then the touchin’ leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left

And it’s bad news
I don’t blame you
I do the same thing, I get lonely too
And you’re bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news

We’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news
And you’re bad news
Baby, you’re bad news

Absurdism: Shadorma

ABSURDISM*

We have dreams
And so we dream life
Where we dream
Of a life
In which we draw a fine line
And then erase it

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* “In philosophy, “the Absurd” refers to the conflict between the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and the human inability to find any in a purposeless, meaningless or chaotic and irrational universe. The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously.

As a philosophy, absurdism furthermore explores the fundamental nature of the Absurd and how individuals, once becoming conscious of the Absurd, should respond to it. The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus stated that individuals should embrace the absurd condition of human existence while also defiantly continuing to explore and search for meaning.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absurdism.

Comments Are Us

COMMENTS ARE US

It is believed by many
The world was created
By a god or a goddess
And we hir creatures
One hand, many fingers

Or maybe two hands
With the one full of light
The other full of darkness
Most of the time it seems
We individuals are hybrids

Putting ever busy hands to
Every last thing imaginable
Building and then destroying
Drowning in our own opinions
Is is what is – Comments are us

Dear William

DEAR WILLIAM

Blooming before us
Daffodils remain speechless
For what are words worth?

Mumbai

MUMBAI

It’s true some people
Travel to Mumbai overland
Some arrive by air, others by sea

Though they all end up in Mumbai

Yet each of them find themselves
Arriving in a different Mumbai
From that of all the others

Secondhand Living (Republished)

SECONDHAND LIVING

Your very own death watch beetles*
Mark seconds, minutes, hours
Then days, weeks, months and years
Their insistent ticking unheard by your ears
Fine tuned instead to mental scurrying
Myriad mind maps, multiplex memories
Journeys undertaken or imagined
Varicoloured projections outdoing
Any Hollywood lollapalooza†
With anadipsic* dreams gushing
While hearts intertwine to the tune
Of Bonaparte’s Retreat or are blown apart
To morph into gory gut wrenching disasters
And you follow your feet down the street
Oblivious to the momentous truth
That moment by moment
You are acting against green screen

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* Death watch beetle – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deathwatch_beetle.

† Lollapalooza – an extraordinary or unusual thing, person, or event; an exceptional example or instance. (Random House Kernerman Webster’s College Dictionary, © 2010 K Dictionaries Ltd. Copyright 2005, 1997, 1991 by Random House, Inc. All rights reserved.)

* Anadipsic – An enchantment that requires a tremendous amount of personal arcane energy. (https://spellmonger.fandom.com/wiki/Anadipsic
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Words Lie

WORDS LIE

Words lie
In a pile like logs
Heaps ordered or untidy

Words lie
Or can be used to do so
(And to be honest often are)

Words lie
Playfully ambivalent
Fallow yet likewise burgeoning

Words lie
With one another wantonly
Following decree or whimsy

Words lie
As they work together to shape
The destiny of each fickle fairy land

Words lie
Ready to construct a cosy warmth
Or for dispatching the odd heretic or two

Words lie
In wait clutching their brief
Keys to justice or injustice

Words lie
Words shape, constrict ideation
Damn and blast unwelcome fact

Words lie
Whispering in our ear
Perhaps all we have in the end

Words lie
Just in case
Just in case

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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 60.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/10/24/weekly-writing-challenge-60/

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