72 Hour Hold

was it you I met that day

outside the carwash

with the sun so hot that everything

softened

I keep saying I need to be okay with things
or die of disgust
(I may have begun too late for this)

was it you who said my demons
are not the worst part of me
and I should just ignore them

(I want to harpoon them like diseased dolphins
fed on oil slick and sold for tuna)

this business of breaking everyone down to parts
has got me down / I can’t follow it any more

this was always too complicated
I know I’m lost when I start trying /
to make sense of things

is it you telling me / it’s lights out
and the day not nearly done I can’t

stop           thinking           of those trapped on bridges
between lands they can’t live on bullets

waiting at either end / staked out in the sun melting
brown skin / offering / desperate

patient
waiting

for the rest of us

~

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6 responses to “72 Hour Hold

  1. I like this line as haven’t we all felt that way at one time or another. And then the next day like a dolphin jumping to the sky! Nice poem, Brother. K Ma

    > > harpoon them like diseased dolphins > fed on oil slick and sold for tuna) >

    >

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    • I have to give credit to Jyotika for the ending. I sent an earlier, shorter version to her and she politely told me it wasn’t finished. So then I got the ending, and it was what I’d wanted to get to all along.

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