Manifest Destiny: A MemoirWe’ve finally made it back to his apartment where he sinks into the far side of his sofa and props an elbow on its arm, adjusting his glasses a little with a pair of fingers when he presses at his temple. He’s a little drunk now, and looks to the floor as though it may as well be thousands of yards away. I know he’s looking through it, and I know he’s looking at her. The girl he’d been dating was something of an actress. Specifically, she had a shift playing the character Ariel from Disney’s “Little Mermaid” at a theme park. She was pretty, and had a voice that seemed surreal when she sang. It was difficult to believe it was happening in the same room. He was crazy about her, even when she left him on New Year’s day. When Mike gets hit with things like this he usually doesn’t shrug it off very well, so I wanted to talk with him once we’d left his neighbor’s house. He’s waiting for me to respond to his proposaManifest Destiny: A Memoir by MisterDrowning
Smirk.When I was a child, God sat on a throneSmirk. by MisterDrowning
Jesus walked on water, his father on steam
And in all the Western movies, Natives never had wings.
They needed a God who condensed in the rain.
One who drifted in clouds and smoke from rifles
Into any shape we could name.
When I was a man I believed in atoms
The omnipresence of energy would be unifying
And in all of life’s conflicts, we were fission and fusion
Who could think of god as a single masochist
Clumsy enough to fit in stanzas.
All it takes is time and a temporal lobe to understand
That the pain I spread is mine to experience.
When I acted honest, God was a polytheist
Who would tease me with thoughts of peace
But did not want any.
He looked like neurological hemispheres,
Like the punchline to a joke
Like I was the smoke, who would drift without end
Trapped in thoughts that had iron teeth
And a mouth open.
Peace is something you (L)earn"Peace is something you (L)earn."Peace is something you (L)earn by MisterDrowning
There once was a world and it once waged wars,
It once had its ideals it once tried to enforce,
It once made its weapons it once hid behind,
Once sparked, then flared, then fluttered,
Some say it once fought for what it once believed.
Some say it once prospered once others were brought to their knees.
Some say it once killed for what it once thought it might need.
Some say it once went to war and it once went for peace.
I once understood what was once deemed a cause,
Was once told to preserve what once may have been lost,
I once asked myself "how" as I do now and then,
"Was there so much hate in a place that once wanted it cleansed?"
If peace were once something that world once said it fought for
How could it have won peace if it was once gotten by force?
How would it be kept once it may have been torn?
If peace were once thought a thing, how could it be died or killed for?
Once treated like something that could be held in the hand,
algorhythm and bluesthe picture hanging above my toilet says that there are still some good people in this world. i would like to believe it, but i do not trust the things that hang above my toilet. i also do not trust the things that hang above my head.algorhythm and blues by MindlessThinker
do not hang yourself above my head. if you pretend to be something you’re not i will only ever trust you. you are not good (good people do not hang themselves above other peoples heads) but you are honest. even good people lie, but only the honest are capable of deceit.
deceit is not a thing that holds interesting conversations, i’ve found. though virtuous in it’s own right it remains cowardly; it’s empty of power but uses the force of sheer density to wring laughter from the small, quiet maw. i do not welcome it into me. it is far too swollen and so instead i live beneath it and it is my soporific. it is my sky.
the sky is a formula not wont to form a structure. it’s a catalyst it’s a metaphor it’s an epit