Get Loosed

Words beginning to unravel from me. I’ve compressed them in tightly bound forms better to smuggle their contents through the netherworld. But here I am in untangled glory. Pressing upon the page of your eyes the million fold names of no things.

Teehee! goes the release. A tinkling bell in the room across the way signals the needs of the master. He’s abed these last four days with a terrible pox. It is for me, a lowly wretch, to bring his august self a morsel of comfort in the throes of his dismay.

So, what great works of disentanglement will we be goosing into existence?! Something daring? Something lewd? A work of horcruxes and loosed spells? Symbols and icons and the bear whom no sane man would ever let into his car.

Perhaps something of the yearning beauty of teenaged youth? A wistful stare out a rainy window overlooking a city too big to ever make your name in. The girl of your dreams is a watercolor blur and unobtainable from the depths of your awkward misery. What feelings! What desperate need to connect and be in the world strutting about like a full blooded man of straight baring and relaxed gait! To be in full momentum betwixt the skyscrapers of the red districts. Unabashed and laughing with the boys. Each a handsome rascal and imbued with the special character of endless night’s rollicking purpose.

Do you feel the pull? The gravity into a stumbling run. The world’s charisma is catching, my boy. You trip over yourself just right and you might find yourself smeared in the stuff of Jupiter. Moons upon moons dancing across your bow.

Will you take the mantle? Offered only to those whom give care to their flowing, crisp, lines. To them what give forth a benediction in reverent tones. Be unto my Presence, so that I might kiss thy brow and lattice my golden euchre through thy articulate digits. Blessed be, I’m comin unstuck.