It is a nice, acclaimed collection of books, letters, pieces of art, and coherent journal entries that will be distracting to those looking for my voice, but if you listen for the leading tones, become the grout holding the church's wiggly woggly lines in mosaic that are fresh tellings of old traditions, the parable might be found in the broken phrases, incomplete lists, old mildewy and stained paintings, maybe even below the soot collected in my GE oven, but family, and others who by chance got to know me, please sort through my junk and rotten fruit like the expensive investigative team, sifting, lifting DNA samples and plotting to account for that one ill fitting turn.
I wish to be read and reread, literally or figuratively, by someone who's appreciative but I know that I am nothing but
the shit that stops up my toilet.
Please find my kernels and laugh at my presumptive thought that I had anything to share with you but lies. Once laughing, rejoice and make a different choice. You don't need to search anymore, because I'm telling you it is pointless. There is nothing but incomplete and incoherent thoughts everywhere.
the shit that stops up my toilet.
Please find my kernels and laugh at my presumptive thought that I had anything to share with you but lies. Once laughing, rejoice and make a different choice. You don't need to search anymore, because I'm telling you it is pointless. There is nothing but incomplete and incoherent thoughts everywhere.
Give up the search, the striving, doing your best and grab what you need. It is all that counts. Grab it. Take it. Eat it as quickly as you can!
And then run.
© Donald Grube, 2010
© Donald Grube, 2010
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