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No Bears

no popes, no woods

By BrenPublished 8 months ago 2 min read
No Bears
Photo by Yann Allegre on Unsplash

i can’t think in real normal

not all the time anyway

that shit hurts

a can of wormy fragile peace

harbouring a complication free calamity

wrapped up in even more banality

and what it wants to do to me

well that, that’s nothing new to me

no bears no poking no fun no smoking

just gonna step back and leave it be

its all reality not stimulation

i wish this was a simulation

i wish i was a line of code

another stolen episode

you know that show

with the bomb

just ready to explode

popped another lymph node

popped it on the high road

signs were out no one slowed

a bus load of ten watt nuns

from the church of the cathode tube

took the corner way too fast

they be watching Matlock

in heaven

it could be a spot

or even a dot

i could be a dot

i’ve not lost the plot

on my mind

there’s a bit

there’s a lot

i’m only knocking fluff off the top

you just gotta tell me

when you want me to stop

you just gotta tell me

you don’t gotta say when

you don’t gotta say now

you just gotta tell me

gotta tell me somehow

you just gotta tell me

you don’t gotta say how

you just gotta tell me

but you don't need to tell me now

and sometimes

sometimes

i just go

“wow”

can’t think anything at all

strange or not

and therein

lays the because

it doesn’t have to make sense

it doesn’t need to be smart

it needs an end and a middle

and an appropriate place to start

straight line at the cross road

turn two hundred and seventy degrees

or take a right

take all night

take in the sight

just make that turn alright

of all the sentences silly

i plaster willy nilly

incising passion from fact

a cryptic tit for tat

a satirical this and that

hit or split this adult gland

everything’s just spik and span

everything from after the plan

shake it up

fake it up

take it up

break it up

keep it random

keep it real

taste your life

vett your feel

can’t always write

what comes to mind

those choice fruitful lines

that sneak up from behind

caressing your neck

like a lover

a feather touch

of hint and tease

bend your brain they say

let your words dance

let them dance let them play

let your words

be our release

one little sentence

at a time

For Fun

About the Creator

Bren

"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa

"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend

Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!

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