Note to Self by bradley micheal albus

Ron told me once, "For every curse there is
a blessing, for every blessing
a curse. What's worse I have been given one
of each
to do with either as I choose.

God never exagerates. Things he says "come to pass"

The ability to recognize
anything at all. A few minutes ago
everything started making sense.
Just now; it stopped.

I'm walking up mountains here
just to walk back down
again. Over & over.
(When I get to the bottom, everything
is looking up)

It's good though, to wake up
in the middle of a dream
you can't remember. Waking up
and whispering to myself, "This poetry,
an ocean of seem. That ocean,
a poetry it seems. Either way,
it just seems, feels funny.
Have you driven a Ford lately?

I always imagined things differently.
(not that it's not)
Let me try and explain. I mean,
it's all over the papers. 20 dead in
Israel bludgeoned
to death by cucumbers. Who is responsible? Why
does everything feel like watching television, or
adding up vats of money
(at a quarter after)

Somehow I used to think
I was in to higher arts
what with all these crazy
women throwing crazy love darts
and bald men wielding bows and arrows.

What does it feel like to wake up
down by the river
under a rock
in a mountain blizzard? Warm, and cozy
except for
the -
it feels like -

What to do when grandma can't pay
her electric bill?
Buy her a comforter at K-mart
and maybe some votive candles.

I feel like a rusty clarinet in the basement.
Note to Self: CALL LILA

(that's why it gets hotter and hotter)

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bradley micheal albus