Mary X - Now.

Gut through your old
torn and dog-eared
books of thoughts
and philosophies,

long lost romances that
you wish could never
have ended
or never have begun
in the first place.
(you know those long-
kept vaulted rotten little
apples-now.)

In heaven are lines
like a piece of
burnt paper
with one word written

on it.
one word written
on it now.

So all you can do
is sit on your
comfortable content,
where you used to

lay with the princess
pride and ponder
as to where she is now,
is she in her twirling
tantrum of security now?

The philosophies
adapted from masters;
Sartre, Nietzsche, Kant
are laughable

to you now.
Do you live in the world
of thought-transgression now?
do you live in Eden now?
can you heed the hiss now?
can you run without
your shoe laces catching a-light
now?

Did you gain from
spending your time philosophizing
over issues bagged
with a thousand years

of thought now? such as
what does a falling pebble
mean to a world and
a universe now?

Do you even care
as you sip the
fresh midnight air
and whisper to your transparent angel;
I love you
wherever you are now

you’re a Bitch now.


Mary X.

Mary X

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