Day 18 (Requiem for Winter)

A single solitary breath slips slow past over and down slick wet throat lost hope to float down to lung's inflating ego and here lies the ease and purpose of the forgotten lives on a molecular level but the beveled edges of a societies clean clipped hedges never can determine your futures fate we all start with the clean plate and hammer toe and over time and with age our honesty fades into a plastic smile pasted over our sullen and woe begone Anima.

And it's the stiff upper lip chin upheld communicable disease affecting out social self conscious so we cling to hand puppets and poetry til we reach a vegetative state can't hardly wait for the pastures golden grazing lands just beyond the welcome mat at the retirement community aptly named for the colorful charm it so seemly lacks beyond the family welcoming center where they provide a cup of orange juice and a cookie to all who inquire.

Touching the emotional side can bruise pride indent flesh its a mess must hide deny derail the train before it runs over you and splatters family and friends with remains and brain matter dear god crawl and hide it's so fucking scary outside the black cat licking up the fat of the land just waiting to cross a path you set last month or was it a day ago time is stale like this mornings toast and no matter what you do there wont be a comedy central roast.

And there are no indentations or apostrophes here a self reflexive statement for the purpose of abatement but the who what and for lost in the fog and mist of this lack of solidarity but calm your running mind the gentrification has begun and all that is frightening will soon be starbucks and target combinations to make ease for buying sugar flavored coffee hand soap and the box set of Alf to feed childish nostalgia.

Wrapped in our blanket of comfort food we rest assured to muted sounds and image flicker it's cold and it's winter.