Hodgepodge

I was opening a new box of kleenex this morning and noticed their slogan. It's totally making fun of people that have a desensitized sense of touch, in English and French. Way to go Kleenex.

Also, in the forefront a really poor flame. In the background a really good flame.

And lastly a poem I wrote a while ago that I really love. It's not so happy but I really like the imagery.

Our personal sorrows are shut up

Shut in

These broken gems

Rarely,

Pulled from pockets and coveted

These are other lives

Working their way through disintegration

Fragments of fire

Dimmed down during the coming of the day

You don’t need to see my

Crimson lined dreams

My stars pulled through nothingness

Leaving fingertips scarred in moonlight

We will play at happiness

Trying to pull sinews into alignment

With lightness

Sinking the dark stones

Ghosting to the timbers at our feet

The fastest cadence will never help

To blur past them

And we are afraid they are contained

Within our molded sorrows

Riveted to our hearts

so we are like

Sinking stones in ephemeral bodies

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