Stealthy ghosts eat the fruit that hangs delicately from your neck
Goulet
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You should include during times of stress
all the cicada squawks,
and city-light thunderbolts,
and ambient metropolis hum
of trains hitting rail splits
or cars hitting taillights
or talk-show-guest monologue segues into stories about
television appearances sprinkling dust beams on your nose
in the wintertime as you laugh
in your long-underwear while sitting eating spaghetti sauce and noodles.
But as you stress back to your problems
and your back tenses and stresses,
and your knees swell,
and your wrists swell
with the summer wind
and the summer wind-chimes blaring in your Serbian neighbors door-well,
you come to
conclusions
and lead yourself to
questions
or you wonder how much taller you would grow if you ate Brussel Sprouts,
its just common thought
you think,
and as you drop your laundry detergent down the back stairs
it is snowing
and you hear some kind of silent hum
in your ears,
in your head,
in your lungs,
and the garbage trucks have stopped loading priceless garbage,
the evidence of luxury in your building,
or the lack of class consciousness,
and you can’t help but go back to your little fourth-story,
top-story,
tin-can
apartment bedroom and take a long, relaxing nap,
cool under the sheets.
all the cicada squawks,
and city-light thunderbolts,
and ambient metropolis hum
of trains hitting rail splits
or cars hitting taillights
or talk-show-guest monologue segues into stories about
television appearances sprinkling dust beams on your nose
in the wintertime as you laugh
in your long-underwear while sitting eating spaghetti sauce and noodles.
But as you stress back to your problems
and your back tenses and stresses,
and your knees swell,
and your wrists swell
with the summer wind
and the summer wind-chimes blaring in your Serbian neighbors door-well,
you come to
conclusions
and lead yourself to
questions
or you wonder how much taller you would grow if you ate Brussel Sprouts,
its just common thought
you think,
and as you drop your laundry detergent down the back stairs
it is snowing
and you hear some kind of silent hum
in your ears,
in your head,
in your lungs,
and the garbage trucks have stopped loading priceless garbage,
the evidence of luxury in your building,
or the lack of class consciousness,
and you can’t help but go back to your little fourth-story,
top-story,
tin-can
apartment bedroom and take a long, relaxing nap,
cool under the sheets.
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That was really cool - I loved the imagery.
so be careful where you step
or drag your feet-cigarette-bums
feel it.
and i'm humming along.