it forces me to mull over
events breathing in living rooms
housed not far from nuclear power plants
danger is a greater force of fusing winds,
fragmented by the fractal nature
in the aftermath of a dream
staying alive is never really an option
but having fun thinking about it is
danger compels me to evade
those pesky presences
inheriting
the chore of following me around
even into public bathrooms
or passing by noisy protests at the United Nations
or walking blindfolded through the hothouse in The Bronx
or crossing the street to Edgewater Place
running from a Rottweiler
whose territory i’ve trespassed
danger is my deceitful companion
thriving in vacuum of space
nurtured by the gurgle of gods
crying out in the web of my dreams
laughing in melodies of miasma,
it is the sequence of erratic event
danger is authority downplaying my survival:
competing with it, to prevent my demise
"staying alive is never really an option
but having fun thinking about it is"
!!!
x
Take care,
Sherry
Love where you go with these explorations, danger as master, tease, catalyst and "deceitful companion"
Simply great.
John
Ron
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Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Eileen
we live for it and thrive on the struggle
to overcome it. Excellent pen!
Blessings and peace! Jasmin Horst
Then again, what make us to search for danger?
Georg
Ch'erie
but having fun thinking about it is'
So true... although, if we didn't continue feeding the body, it would perish.. Gratitude to our brains that guide us to fulfill the compulsion to live, our determination to do so, and our glorious intellectual ability to contemplate everything and anything...
Love and Joy, Suzie :-D