Job Description
Eric Blasco
We live with complex plots
tangled in brain syrups
with blood clots
of veiny knots:
1) strain sentences through teeth
2) harvest, then sleep for a week
Loose thoughts find
stray vowels drooling
from slippery lips.
Take in the tips and hips
and each twitch.
The truth
behind the scratch
an itch.
Which
observers of words
letters, measures
bystanders to accidents
seekers of pleasures
strange bed fellas
in bad weathers
This welcome mat flower
an hour and a half past
from the evaporated syntax
gone sour
in a shot glass
it’s down the hatch
and never lasts
a memory lapse
of memories past
passed too quietly
down memory lane
of lost iced teas
humble, nice, or pricey
bumble bees, summer breeze
warm, but other things come icy
like a freeze
of time
piece of mind
finds it’s way as a dot
on a timeline
and a hand on a second-hand watch
ticks on a skyline.
Wear a smile backwards
and it puts thought to words.
