Colliding with the Unwanted
Allow the phrases to peel off my tongue.
Without She the Non-Existent, affection is irrelevant.
Should or can the wasp stings align as the concluding bells’ ring?
Take not thou day’s smiles’ or a child’s health!
Nor do I request superior stealth, greatness, or wealth.
Just a kind she; the non-existent: Or castrate my loins.
Because there is no living without being alive with another:
Therefore, creating life and being needed by many others.
I stand upon a skyscraper’s edge at twilight;
Elephant seals, invasive but content, actually ask to go sailing;
Come seek my hands, shriveled and stiff, beside water’s edge:
Below the clouds, crowds, and shouts of peeps who peeped too late.
Seek holy ground and sprinkle seeds that honor previous good deeds.
A hologram embedded with She the Non-Existent’s spoiled smell.
Wait! The elephant seals’ want I to jump their way!
Don’t deny! Don’t deny! We are ugly, but stay until it’s time for pie!
Why? Why do you mock me when I must say goodbye?
There is no filling or cream residing in the Land of Straitjackets.
Forever sentenced to white walls and barricades singing death-favoring hymns.
‘Til eternity leads next door and brutality detaches limbs!
Never fear peculiar artic creatures! This is only my corpse’s end!
See….in religion, the stars symbolize friends who diminish demons!
Thereby clearing pathways for beginnings instead of pedological ends.
But what if? A hopeless question that’s relevant but dims….
Angelic shapes: Oh hysteria! I ask for crows to swim!
Drown me in acidic tides ‘til my nostrils suffocate at the brim!
No divinity rules me as I encounter the Grim?
Elephant seals: I will collide by your side.
Even though the unwanted our perishing in despair….
We are beings and must refuse to die!
If I jump, no story is worth being prepared.
Alas, let’s save more who struggle, before time only permits echoed goodbyes!
Robert Alexander Deason Peace
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