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Mangle / zine March 16, 2022

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Fish


Approaching the shore

our three cats in carriers

on the back seat

she begins to ask them

do you smell the fish

we approach the toll plaza

do you smell the fish

I'm sniffing at the air

I smell no fish

I ask her

what are you talking about

do you smell fish

no

but the cats should

there are fish in the ocean

right

right

so the cats should be able

to smell the fish

with their heightened sense of smell

don't you think the cats can smell them







A.D.D.


Someone once asked me

what is the meaning

to all of this what is

the real meaning of life

I told them

there is none

there is no meaning of life

it's all the same

it's always been the same

shit flying around forever

and it never changes

never has never will

but we humans all

to the last of us have

A.D.D. attention deficit

disorder

so every day all this same old shit

seems like something new









Words For Words' Sake


Just watched a documentary on poets

interesting

have heard the same from painters

other art type makers

and musicians

they all got constipated diatribes

intellectual explanations

for what they've done or what

they do

an insecurity that I find sad

an insecurity

a fear that what they've made isn't enough

to do IT on its own

they feel the need to explain

the nothing of what they've done

of what they do

grow some balls and just make it

and let it live without a chaperone










Ghost


Gus said he is the ghost

who for years

has protected

someone with mental

and

emotional defects

kept him from losing

his mind completely

pulled him back

from the edge

repeatedly over the years

time and time

and time again

pulled him out

of the dark of depression

pulled him back

away from suicide

pulled him away

from the constraints

of convention

infused him with energy

to keep moving forward

showed him enough light

to help him

almost smile once in a while















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