poetomachia

I’ve got forty minutes of freedom!
Bound to the chair
Forty minutes of Freedom
Brain wracking
Key clacking
Card stacking
Freedom

(MattWricks and Sunsun)

Roam
World Over
Roam

Nome
A Place to begin
Going down the parallel lines
I find control inside a boundary
Break away
Forge my foundry

The end of all things
Is in my grasp
I renounce the past
And pull the cord
On the present machine

There is no end
That is the lesson
Only respite
And recharging
Humility
Discard
And Attack

Each man comforted by a portable god
Each man walking into a hurricane
Each man viable,
Standing

Vapid and victorious
Mid-club hunkered-down
Arranging, replacing, looping a presence
Throwing dice
Snatching their own bodies

Each man comforted by a portable god
Each man walking bald-faced
Upbeat, undeterred
Joining hands on stage

Each man sporting
A portable god