Earthquakes
have been
shaking the surface
of the meat of the
flesh of my
poorly, used
braining that is
overdone,
and
somehow neglected.
Simultaneously,
I for-
got to mention.
I am not
quite
sure,
how many –
days,
passed today;
I was too busy.
Wit’s End meets The Cheese
Abject Clarity, Apathy for Vengeance, At least I tried and this will not be the last time, Ate my Bluff, Castan, Chess not Checkers, Class it up a little, Even more than before, Exhaustion, Failed Annex, Family, Family Home, Fruition without Regard, Garage Treasure Hunting, Gesture without Regard, Good Taste, I’m mad., I’m using my old desk anyways and who will stop me, Idiots, Ihmfl., Interior Decor, Intimidating Burden (Life), Lack of Sleep, Life, Look otherwise., Moving Furniture, My Bones Creak, Nobody had the taste nor class to admit they loved it, Nobody Wanted It, Non-Scheduled Repair and Maintence, Noted., On the day I file my taxes? of all days? You choose today?, Place the Bookmark, Projects, Re-salt the Wounds, Rearrange the Room, Reassurance of Broken Trust, Scary Scary Change – oh no!, Secondhand Resourcing, Self-Mandated Loud Seclusion, Silent Treatment unless necessitated reaction is approved elsewhere, Sociology applicated to a lack of understand of the concept Family, Speaker Booming in my own Silence, Swollen Hands, Therapyspeak Doesn’t Work in Regards to Immaturity and Dysfunction in the role of Familial Relationships, They didn’t show up., They gotta earn my attention back, They look stupid, Thrifted Decor, Too Many Projects, Try Again, Undeserving Individuals, Wasted Effort
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3 responses to “Wit’s End meets The Cheese”
I love the imagery here, and it fits with my notion of mental fatigue, when I’m so exhausted that I can no longer think and end up in a daze. I’ve lost days before, too (insomnia/sleep disturbances don’t play nicely with calendars). I like the structure of this poem, too. It’s visually quirky and compelling. Nice work, as always, Sam. 😊
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Thank ya, Thank ya Mike. It’s… been some days. I noticed it’s already the 7th somehow when I was checking my stats – like what do youuuuu mean I thought I started on the 4th night prior to last and I wrote this one last night the day after I was working on some stuff. I think?? Nevertheless ol’ greg(orian) proved me wrong.
Up to my eyeballs in projects and finally have my writer’s space re-acclimated and re-positioned into the utmost-cute-functionality. I was playing castan in my household, and my claim was not successful by initiative, but successful upon due outcome. That room is sparkling with lots of light and I got plenty of spots for my cats, dog, and I. It has also become my lonesome, staring out the window, eating room besides pets for the pets. Either way, desk is looking pretty coooolll and my bookcase looks real layered with symbolism to my reading/writing adventures, creative, and I finally made space for my thrifted scrabble board, cards, sketchbook I haven’t used, also-thrifted Sopranos trivia game that no one wants to play with me, as well as an aspiring collection of Japanese cookware, and a Cantonese tea set. Amongst the uszzzzhhh of books, records, old journals, planners I planned on using but never got around to it; other physical media too. What a delight.
Either way, I wrote that poem after I woke up to swollen hands and feet, amongst the creakiness of creaks that creak upon usage of my creaky joints after Day 1 of cleaning and moving furniture. It was pure agony! Day 2 is more mentally exhaustive trying to find a way to functionally preserve my belongings, as well as present them with odes of color blocking. Displaying it like merchandising, so I’ll actually use the stuff and remember it’s there. I do this about once or twice every season. A whole new re-branding with all the same goods from before. So with limited space, it can be a bit difficult finding a new way or base of another way to keep my space free flourishing, comfortable, distraction limited, but also nourishing for creativity. It works for now, but at least I enjoy for now too, until I go craving change again. Feng shui moves aspects, so do I.
So, though all the background lore – I’m quite glad it was visually quirky. I wanted my agony of a body, wasted effort, and wasted time be displayed how I always fix my life – with humor 🥴😊😌
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“…an aspiring collection of Japanese cookware, and a Cantonese tea set…” Ooh, these I’d love to see! 😃
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