I am
not left with these
I will
think of something
awful
and I will have no regrets,
I will
have no regrets, and
you will
have been a liar
and I
will neglect any whisper you made
to
state, “think upon your future”.
No, it’s
past.
I’ve
gone by,
I’m the
future I never had, I’m
done
with thoughts and
here
come actions!
actions
and words
words
and images
words
don’t try
they
don’t they never will they can’t
I am one
of them,
my own
kind call me and I’ll be here
no
longer
no
longer than it takes for
a word
like “forget” to form on the wind
and blow
away to its rhyme
Personal failure to breathe results in
Personal
failure to breathe results in
a
general existence failure that
makes
others upset even if they
couldn’t
stand your existence while the breath was
still in
your body.
Rediscovery Is a Poisonous Fact
cover
cancerouskiss,you are no-other to
be taken
quite seriously like you knew what
was
goingon in the goings on of the ((life you re-discovered
and quite seriously it doesn’t
pay,notforall the world
to be slip-sliding-self-assured when
no one is
fall or
maybe
stay
Jude
Conlee is a person who puts words together, some of which are born from the
writer’s experiences and some of which are born from supposals of lives that
are not the writer’s own. Places that have published these words include Otoliths, and/or, Words and Images,
and Southern Pacific Review. Aside
from this, Conlee plays ukulele, finds almost everything fascinating, and forgets things.
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