I lied about working on the boat

4/16/2022 Went to a 60th birthday party instead

On Good Friday a pinwheel flared with light among the tombs

Addict
Con/Jur/d, 4/15/2022

What an odd freedom
we are offered, kill or be
killed. You may say
and likely, I’ll agree
we are vast

vast, vast!
There are many ways
ways of surrendering

ways of sundering
although we found 
it to be, a controlling
diagnosis, a 

diagnosis of control
yet, addiction still
remains a sound 
metaphor, we’re 
particularly fond
of how it constricts 
choice, volition 
replacing, The Big
with comforting
limits, the classic tale
of God and his counter -

part, The Great Evil
without context, who 
when they are so inclined
mock free will, “The Devil
made me…

Who am I kidding?

Addicted to words
we kill ourselves
for abstractions
bind ourselves
in knots until
what remains

is an odd freedom

freedom to choose
to live this 
unasked-for
life

First
we must let go
our strong habit
the cutting division
like addict
or me

and mine.

These bells never wrang

The winds had gusts of 50 Kph where the boat is stored. I’m convinced they placed it awkwardly in the cradle since this year it rocks when climbing the ladder.

Maybe now the winds have tested it my confidence will return

Have set up the weekend to adjust for contingencies. Not a fan of Addict, it was consigned to the unshowable bin but a Teacher’s Teisho later on the day I wrote it using addiction as a teaching tool, convinced me to revisit it. Has been fiddled with. Still not a huge fan, but it runs and will get us where we want to go so come on! Hop on in.

Much Love,

Con/Jur/d, 4/15/2022