CHUMP, CHANGE
June 23rd, 2024
Half Dome Diaries
S,
I gotta tell you,
this sixty-five cents
is worse than a lump of coal.
I pray the remover of obstacles
sweep the cobwebs of this coffer
take from inside my ribs
ancient nest and wound
and paranoia and medication
uproot desiccated heart
turn it back to dust
I pray something of baseline
take shape,
for as much as it would suit me
to float in a direction evermore,
stuck with my own folly,
some confused beings
relatives or friends
would wonder who had been suffering
so silently
But lately an
alternate reality dawns
in the wake of
ultimate choosing.