Wednesday August 24 2022

mjbwriting
1 min readAug 24, 2022

All day
the rest tomorrow
tomorrow
pressure hard pressure soft
ring in the changes
the chances
piano at the most
met in a room too large for it to sound right
take off you into space
outer inner
matter
taste of coffee without sugar milk butter or whatever.

Knowing when the run the line is expressed.

Different lengths make you feel a rhythm.

The perfect cup for it
don’t forget to read
the way it looks
and back to base
you could call it
but will it come to you when you do
orgasm is called coming
why not going.

To start where no one starts but everybody does
but make a start like as if it should be that way but made-up fake
but beautiful
if you know what I mean.

Nirvana means nothing
what’s our word
blown away.

Blown away
and then nothing further
and then the same old loops occur
same old sighing and crying and trying to keep up
and remember your teachers
the end and the beginning only are the same in literature
words taken to be part of a narrative
thinking of them that way
the great unknowing is liberation going on
not out there in here
not in here out there
so it goes
off like a clock alarm
it’s morning
mourning
moaning.

A visual writer
a star
a thought of someone not available
tattoo you
okay what then
ghosted by old friends
don’t reach out in need
a space is better than a dash or a period.

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mjbwriting

An experimental writer. PhD. Novels: Monkey & Anderson (Pedlar Press). Oblique Journal: The Hinge of Things. I also make music and photos.