Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Standing Alone Asking One Question

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The pole is secured to the tree; or, is it the other way around?
Or, does it matter since they are both vertical?
There is a position THEY can agree on.
The THEY, which are humans, will soon decide to take the tree, or the pole, and advance in slow degrees to their present position.
That says it all.
Life is a circle.
You’re going nowhere fast.
You can’t get there from here.
Blessed are THEY who go in circles…THEY shall be known as unidirectional “big wheels” taking the world by the tail.
I seem to be standing alone and asking one question; can you tell me where the world’s tail is located?

Mimi Wolske

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Viscid Thoughts of Loss

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The bitcoins fly, the guys are high
I’ll wager you’re here to procure
If you think you will win tonight
Know you are not the man to beat

Mascara streaking down your cheeks
Because you lost love’s lottery
For you, darkness comes all too soon
The road ends before you can see

When Eden becomes decimated
The bubble will pop around their world
How will existence continue when
No one hears viscid thoughts of loss

Mimi Wolske

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(painting: Loss of Virginity or Girl with a Fox, 1890-91, Paul Gauguin)

VIP 001

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I’m an old soul in a new moon,
educated by good ol’ boys
wearing their blue suits, under the
thickness of a reflected gray
sky and the eddying shocks of stirred
water and whirling moonlight. Beating
down my baffled soul, they left me
climbing back up from a sunken
path only to see them riding
like aristocrats in sedans,
sedans permitted only to
the most privileged of humans.
Where is the hiccup for this man’s
misfortune? Where is that pretty
penny? That swagger of ego?
Don’t hand me a suit of blue and
Cloak me eternally in your
emotional, egoless guilt.
I possess the resources you
married to intent; your prison
psychosis is not my whole world.
Selective amnesia of your
past is not my disease. Release
me from your tango in the grass;
I am an old soul in a new moon.

Mimi Wolske
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