The Curve Of Life

Lying on my back, staring at a pentagon with

three right and two obtuse angles, leaving a

sinkhole in a thin air mattress because my

isolation is complicated right now, as if I

am to depress a cubic equation from

four terms into three and I can't

remember how to isolate the

variable into completely

marking the spot,

but a finite number

of additions, subtraction

multiplications, divisions and

root extractions will not work on

every polynomial equation if you truly

consider the thumb to not be a finger at

all, but the Urnfeld culture of prehistory

seemed to think otherwise, but I'm just

rambling nonsensically at this point,

and right now I can't decide

between Gerry Rafferty

or The Tragically Hip

or even Warren Zevon

because each of them have

lyrics that voice nothing about

having warrants out for their arrests

after skinny-dipping at night in the park,

because that syrupy, Bubble Yum

bullshit is enough put anyone

in mental diabetic shock,

even toxic shell shock,

toxic ghost shock,

whatever it is,

this is the

sine wave

experience

that we call life,

repeating forever

and forever in rather

predictable patterns,

crest and trough,

up and down,

high and low,

but it all will

end at some

point in the

future as

the line

of time

drops

down

dow

do

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Reviews

[Teri B]

You're torturing me with math again, huh? :) Good thing you put some other words in here, so I could get even the gist!

[Ed Hart]

it is a miracle how you turned those last four periods into final stepping stones, and never lost the wrist-cutting edge of humor