The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday

strip it all away
and we become ghosts
born of past meanings

(forgoing feelings)

it makes all of us
survivors
of great peril

precious

our survival

delicious

 (life taste like that)

so now we have shoes
mittens
and a conscious refined
remembered

unique

and very precious

products of a moral evolution
gifted by an intellectual
revolution against the awful

awful

awful repetitive violence

of nature

our nature

(how we come)

to be here

this. . .  this is  language

what we came from
thought incarnate

(brutal language)

a red window dressing
refined and lovely

destructive and loving

shared for a reason

(I've yet to understand)

i just know it's there

so come and catch a species starving

let us eat together

everyone of them

viciously

you and me

dancing in the shadow

of a shameless love

i will wait for you

when your shame breaks down
and desperation takes her hold
when we all become microwave dinners

sans the microwave

(emptied of all shame)
i will roast for you over any fire

a meat so precious

(i'd die for that)

i'd give everything for that

(i used to eat it all raw)
and so did you

(and you will again)

purging s**t
so, such is life
pure and beautiful

disgusting and crass

.... and smelling like s**t

(such is life
such is living)

sadness saves them

brutality refines us

it's not supposed to be easy

to find someone like us

(you and I)

that is meaning

it's only looking

that is meaning

understanding is just window dressing

(not at all the point of anything)

we, that are labeled monsters

(for describing reality)

and asking for nothing more

(  )

than what feels right

we are here to f**k

maybe make a baby

before we die

(that is all)

my sweetness

this is window dressing

you know it well

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

A memory, that is the word, and not even... just call us momentary, because once the holder of the memory fades, we are nothing but... forgotten. our names fade recorded on papers that burn away, and not even ashes can hold such information. Yes, call us that, a lost wind traveling the 4 corners of earth, just to sink into the Ocean, deep, deep, to be swallowed by some ugly shark and then made into feces for fish to gobble... and on and on it goes.