we rode here on the longtails of blackswans
but we hunt for white feathers. no wonder
we find nothing worth keeping. the body
that surfaced was inflated to levels beyond
the reserve bank's recommendations.
almost as if death belonged to an economist's
nightmare. a stone skipping on the surface
of backwards. i sometimes mix up my DMZs
with my SEZs. i sometimes beg my network
provider to buy enough spectrum in the 5G
auction for i have been a co-conspirator
in their unlimitedness. i remember one day
i had one idea sim and one vodafone sim
and then the next day i had two VI sims.
one day i had a father and a mother then
two albatrosses. i hate to admit it but i felt like
a chimera that day : the day they merged my sims.
my socks have appreciated over time but i still walk
in my father's shoes : the same lace puckered into
gordian knots, a bit of her blood embedded in
the shoepolish like a bug invested in amber.
if you're going to benchpress a bereavement
at least show an adequate lack of surprise in
the mirrorfie : a word into the jukebox : my own
forever song as hyped as the breath that leapt over
apnea. the vanguard has left the chat. f in the chat
for the minor poets for they've been co-conspirators
in my unlimitedness : by the time we visited the body
it'd become a mnemonic aid for something that no
longer needed remembering. a third degree separation :
a rain designed to contract on impact so that when you
try to dissect wetness you won't even find bits of water.
~ ajay
1/8/2022
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ways of slowly dying ~ poetry
Poetry"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
