Planning to fail
9/1/2021 Easier than succeeding?
Formless con/jur/d, 9/1/2021 Sometimes, accused of laziness poor planning, we frequently forget the bags when we go shopping. It's comforting to realize not eating fast food, becoming vegan, drinking each glass to the bottom, switching brands of smokes won't save us. All safety is a theater, meant to ease the howling uncertainty; the older we get. the more we see them failing to get out, the better we plan for failure, even successes can have their own bullet points under Not Knowing, Being Wrong, Frustrated Intentions, We all need to be honest; learning to dance in the rain, in the smoke, in the record heat, regardless of limitations. When being Formless is certain, joyous defiance,our ecstatic motion the only thing worth doing while we are here.
Challenge Con/Jur/d, 9/1/2021 I respond well to challenges a poem a day, eating a poet a week spitting out their bones, on the shore the shipwreck of our lives, indifferent to the ones who make it and the ones who don't. Imagine, my disappointment: Seeing the smashed ceramics, below the lake's shallow waves or the sudden grace defying definition or automatic category, what a miracle we witness if we avoid explanation.
Well, y’all, it’s 9/1 and I’m trying to add a little schedule to the Great Unscheduling imposing itself on all of us. If for some reason, this does not apply to you, it will and sooner than you think. I added the Poem-a-day subclause, for a month, and found myself trying to get out of it already — Therefore, raw, unedited pieces inspired by my ever-expanding photo collection. I hope you enjoyed it.
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