Acclimating to Discomfort of the System Breaking Beneath Us
By CAConrad
I do not take any
calls except from
the century we are in
when there is no bible in my hotel room
it makes me sad to have no place to put
my filthy poems for future guests
it is important to let them know
everyone should bum with abandon as soon as the heat is available
be a self-styled alarm clock no one can shut off
be the storm Love places in someone's home
are you sure we can handle this
because I am absolutely certain
c'mon wind knock us around
we are a tide that cures ills
look at us in the mirror
as soon as the invented language enters
us something else will vibrate in our skin
opening door with teeth of the future to
the place where we let the freer feeling go
when you told me you had been looking for me
we pressed through every
invisible barrier between us
I watched you gently let the gods
know you are ready to win the lottery
there were people from the
19th century alive in my
lifetime many years ago
I met some of them
they are all gone now
as we hold on to
the side of one
another howling down
the velocity of seconds
Copyright Credit: CAConrad, "Acclimating to Discomfort of the System Breaking Beneath Us" from Amanda Paradise. Copyright © 2021 by CAConrad. Reprinted by permission of Wave Books.
Source: Amanda Paradise (Wave Books)