faraway time (Obsessed with Faulkner)

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Letters Never Sent

 

Now I understand a letter of old, scrolled, commonly is cherished as the accruement of care we may have made in diligence of reception and return and inspiring the next message as an ongoing to-and-fro correspondence between friends kept.

 

Here is the first- Too many tricky

maneuvers raised in memory phantoms

so I keep the seam clean in hope

that you might find this poetry anthem

better instead to palate and digest aye

 

the pleasure of a palace


if everything is a disarray

of consciousness, then thoughts

are naturally constipated.

 

there’s an expedient edge

to recovery

 

it’s good to follow current 

music groups too

so you can stay in tune

surprised one fine time

a beautiful new album just dropped

to stabilize the substance

your favorite one

you’ve been dry from for awhile


our togetherness, my friend

was too short-lived, however

now we find ourself bound

to clever letters of being away

with all obligations to trap,

establishing hermetic fashion

hunched over desks, relaxing

yummy-drunk and happy

random laughter, who cares?

despite our distance

 

With you steady relentless thoughts like some obsessed stalker, as often as they tend to transfire what with that mad top mast binocular type (yes you Speksnyder) and vast polished scopes for great clarity into sweet dimensions of oyster hall great Michelin-star buffets, are indeed the way, perchance dread to have limped timidly a variant disease, if you will, to twiddle and flip barbecue patties, licked with the same tame tongues. Rather smoke to fill these filthy lungs...

 
from a friend

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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