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2012, 5*, block, growth, Howl, pointlessness, superhero, talking to myself, vindication, walls, writing, zazen
the writing’s
on the wall
I can be becoming lost for weeks
unable to release to exciting
foiled in creativity even by my breath
unable to waltz or askance as I promise myself
held by the very wall that materialises
precisely where I thought to move
again
because there is something closer than my retinas
in me which I cannot see
I cannot see
because I am hanging on
to the last shred of dignity
the last white hope
and this makes me so blind that
I cannot even see the walls at my toe
before I swing my foot to kick and
I cannot even see the walls
in my cranium
before I blink
so
little
beauty
to stumble over
stood in inertia no matter how busy
I become no matter how much I do without looking
it’s the writing
no it’s the tidal lunging for vindication
no it’s the reminder
the reinforcement
that I am powerless in a pointless universe
in which I still want to emerge the hero
brandishing the latest sheaf of sublimity
(even if not on the rooftops waving my genitals)
so what do I do
do I stop it all now and snap out of it
do I make myself sit for hours of balming penance
do I slap my wrists for wanting to publish
no Mark
here’s a pen
and here’s the line
and here’s the wall
to write on ready-
conceived
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
[writer’s] block & talking to myself wormhole: sit. / In. / g …
superhero wormhole: ‘I am a secret / superhero …’
vindication wormhole: twisted / pulled / and chipped
walls wormhole: sun low / from behind
writing & zazen wormhole: instinct
But I like calling you Lewis. Is that alright? I am flexible and accommodating, so I’m easy. Whatever your preference. Really.💋
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you can call me what you like; on the screen I know you’re talking to me, even if you call me ‘Riddler’ …?
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I can call you Riddler if you’d like, Riddler. 😉 lol 💋
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