“Corpuscle”
Dial home, touch-tone phone.
Ringing ring, all alone.
Phonograph, grooving need,
il·lic·it tracks and marks doth bleed.
Scratch the itch,
manic twitch.
Sigh.
Approaching the event horizon,
constitutes a loss of self,
and entails complete consciousness of that loss.
At least, theoretically.
Two places at that same,
time.
Dope rhyme.
Committed,
crime.
Put it in here,
or maybe there.
Between your hammertoes,
crooks of elbows.
Snort it up your nose,
if you seek liberation;
overdose.
Cut it with formula,
supermarkets warn you.
Placed in the case up front.
Publicly shamed,
for habitual leisure.
Stemming the tide,
stealing Tide,
to pay for highs.
Zayres zombies,
become couch cushions,
sprawled across the soiled seats of the Orange Line Transit Train.
Muttering in tongues,
whispering the secrets of the Tower of Babel.
The engineers that could save us,
but can’t save themselves.
Orange rinds, and coffee grounds,
garbage found.
Corpuscles combined,
trove of cells aligned,
to deliver the alchemists high.
Why?
The world offers only recriminations,
it will not explain itself to bags of rotting meat.
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Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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Snapapalooza
I love this
Phonograph, grooving need,
il·lic·it tracks and marks doth bleed
Needle. Tracks. Ha. Maybe it’s a record. Maybe I’m high. Hmmmm
I haven’t been playing on words much lately just dry prost.