Standing Alone Asking One Question

© Standing Alone Asking One Question

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

© Viscid Thoughts of Loss

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

© VIP 001

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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