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The roar of the culvert spewing forth the runoff, raging like the internal and external storms of the night previous, temporarily assuages my tinnitus and pressure addled brain, with this other, din. I walk on leaving the culvert behind, and, with the relentless vengeance of the intruders in my body, they cut anew; the razor-sharp edges of my current reality and I wonder: why I still choose to live this wounded and broken, life(?). Parker, Dorothy that is, in all her glory and folly calls on me, again, to live another day for while increasingly troublesome, my vision endeavors to see, that “cherry bough gone white with Spring,” and so I walk on, desperately seeking; the next “prettiest, thing.” ~Marcela: not done yet, according to Parker anyway. 02, 02, 2020
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under My World(s), Poetry, Rants & Other Musings: Unfiltered-Raw
On the 11th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
11 x 6000000 sheople following an orange pied piper
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 23, 2019
Photo Credit (edited-M.Y.M.):
https://2big2fall.wordpress.com/trump-sheep-one-e/
On the 10th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
10 Leaping Chippendales
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 22, 2019
On the 9th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
9 bombshells dancing
8 old-maid starter seeds
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 21, 2019
Photo credit: Atomic Bombshells
On the 7th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
7 plastic seas a floating
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 19 , 2019
On the 6th day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
6 geezers laying (down)
5 golden thongs
4 cat-calls
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
And a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
On the 3rd day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me
3 French fry gift cards
2 xmas turtle pics
and a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree
~Marcela: checking (y)our cultural realities
December 15, 2019
On the 1st day of Crass-mess my true love sent to me,
a voice-mail xmas grting (press 1) on my automated phone tree...
It would be an act of treasonous hypocrisy against me,
to pay homage to you in death,
for truthfully, I neither respected nor liked you,
in life.
It would be an act of heinous duplicity against me,
to attend an event graced by many who have hurt me profoundly, repeatedly,
in order that I may pay a false-loyalty tribute,
to you, or them.
I wish(ed) you, and them,
no harm,
BUT,
It is an act of love toward self,
and a clear and present Fuck-You(s),
that I have lain my sword of Fielty,
at my own feet!
And on that day of reverence for you,
I shall attend to that, which pleases my heart,
instead.
As befits one who acts,
unequivocally,
as her own Queen.
~Marcela: Unapologetically Growing further, ever deeper, into my own skin.
November 01, 2019
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