the consumption of a nuked family

there is no purpose

"I am only a lonely man
looking for the end of the world
and I will not find it looking for love"
says
him
he's
saying
thinking
of five digits on the hand of family
he's remembering being backhanded
commanding with spit and teeth bare
vanity cast aside

kick my ass oh holy mother
who forgot us in our youth
it was too much to be denied
and ruin our calm sleeping faces
with tears

damned old woman
don't feed your silent fears into me
and I don't care if the flowers
are smelling like garbage already

my brother chases after the whispering
pharmaceutical wind-
the gases of a thousands planets he chases

this world is a sober place and left behind

and his twin star sun in orbit around
himself
devouring universes occasionally
when collapsed
is also finding himself to be
magnificent in poured over doses
with a beating boxing his ears
into a world of complaints
that are a little more hushed

and my father
secretly advocates destruction
but can't admit it
since his vasectomy
destroyed him

and I don't try hard at being oblivion
or being the health of rain

I simply am calmly walking over
the bodies of confidant philosophers
with a shaved head
and a smile without happiness
not believing
too much in the word fuck

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o.f.m
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Well, what an interesting poem.Some candid thoughts and deep feelings.Well written. I'm not fond of the F word but here it fits. Jane
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Ah gee thanks, I just knew we was all old enough to handle that word maw
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huh... I get the first comment, having wondered about my overuse of profanity
in my pieces, but the second comment???
o.f.m
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comment to comment
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page to page,
day to day,
and year to year
and my right brain says to my left brain
what the skedaddle?
o.f.m
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By the way, for all who are interested. This was a break a thousand eggs never making
an omelette, trying them scrambled way of building around a journal entry
about my appreciation of my brother being a pill and inhalant junkie. Which
could never be understood exactly as it occurs in my mind.
one from many
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this poem sucks