Bedbugs XXVI

Bedbugs XXVI


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The last time I saw him he still wouldn’t accept his own death
that it was coming as far as he saw it life’s an argument
and when you concede or win it is over. The server
barrels home and dreams soft shoulders tugged and gripped
for posters the world over. Only eighteen mesmerized by kaleidoscopic
falsified intention can combat self-pity and trying to mimic
a child’s wail. Shades of grey are painted on and not earned,
she thinks. Wood rot in the third through eighth floors
prohibits any of them from reaching the roof…but if they’re
only planning to jump, does the height matter? In December
nobody will question why there weren’t more bright colors
in your life. They’ll just use it as an excuse to
pretend they’re concerned by having their pictures taken
at the funeral. In weather that blurry vision while writing it down
stops her from inspiring herself with the answer. Sepiatone charm
is easy to remember but finding the brain’s filter that shuts off
memory and magnificent perception or intention unfettered
by the knock the past out of him, it’s the only way
for a fresh start. Eventually I escape and wake up.
In a new room. But seeing and knowing
the voice from the old house is here…



Next week’s seven phrases/groups of words:



-making a point with metal
-lost measured hope
-no matter what’s in the test pattern
-slow dancing in the room’s corner is
-encouraged to forget
-it had been a man
-that’s why I won’t call back




-Adam