So you fuckin promised me, or was it I
who promised me? It’s a sea of trillions
of paperclips, not one the same size as
any another, as little tearful, grotesque,
moldy parts of me slither all around all
of their metals until consciousness, she
crashes me hard with realization that I
am all hate, full of inability to migrate with
my fellows, and today, I have nothing to
wash away the insanity, the hate storm,
but the weather today was so fine.
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#1 by scribbla on August 11, 2011 - 3:07 am
Those paperclips, keeping our lives together, without which our proclamations of who we are become fantastical. Hope you feel better.
#2 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:26 pm
the clips are always changing, aren’t they?
#3 by claudia on August 11, 2011 - 3:38 am
you always balance the rim with your writing carl..the sea of trillions
of paperclips…tight image and great closure
#4 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:27 pm
Thank you, Claudia. You are so kind!
#5 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:27 pm
Thank you, Claudia. You are so kind!
#6 by Find an Outlet on August 11, 2011 - 3:39 am
I hear ya Carl. And I have no idea what the weather was today because I didn’t notice, even though I think I went to work.
#7 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:28 pm
It’s more difficult when we don’t notice, isn’t it.
#8 by Carl D'Agostino on August 11, 2011 - 8:47 am
the weather was fine – always a silver lining. If we lie to ourselves.
#9 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:29 pm
my, that’s pessimistic for you, Carl
#10 by Fountains on August 11, 2011 - 11:04 pm
Damn brilliant. Loved this.
#11 by Carl on August 12, 2011 - 9:30 pm
I am flattered, and I’m thankful for your words.