EDWARD OBUSZEWSKI
Mind Junket (178)
mutant rembrandt buried in
the potent soil of los angeles blooms in May.
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holding an ongoing conversation with myself (a security blanket) as i willingly leave
the zone of light.
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patter: the casual conversation that goes with every trick, carefully
rehearsed so the desired effect is accomplished: amusement & interest.
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in this place, time bends back on itself.
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using the wind as a reference:
the knife is like an act of god – it’s here for a reason.
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thoughts & memories are embedded in things, retrievable upon caress.
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flesh mesmerized by flesh.
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everything turns into something else.
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too much of the outside has made it inside.
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there’s no security in hindsight.
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easter: two thousand seven, sometime after one a.m.:
a woman screams down the cavernous hallway of darkness,
terrifying the small gray figure on the edge of my memory back into hiding.
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sometimes, what you see is false.
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ronda what’s wrong with you? you’re out of focus here in the corner.
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quoting my buddy, joel: women want to walk like men, & men want to fly like an eagle.
the potent soil of los angeles blooms in May.
+
holding an ongoing conversation with myself (a security blanket) as i willingly leave
the zone of light.
+
patter: the casual conversation that goes with every trick, carefully
rehearsed so the desired effect is accomplished: amusement & interest.
+
in this place, time bends back on itself.
+
using the wind as a reference:
the knife is like an act of god – it’s here for a reason.
+
thoughts & memories are embedded in things, retrievable upon caress.
+
flesh mesmerized by flesh.
+
everything turns into something else.
+
too much of the outside has made it inside.
+
there’s no security in hindsight.
+
easter: two thousand seven, sometime after one a.m.:
a woman screams down the cavernous hallway of darkness,
terrifying the small gray figure on the edge of my memory back into hiding.
+
sometimes, what you see is false.
+
ronda what’s wrong with you? you’re out of focus here in the corner.
+
quoting my buddy, joel: women want to walk like men, & men want to fly like an eagle.
EDWARD OBUSZEWSKI received his degree in graphic design but it has helped little in the conjuring of words onto the page which is what he truly enjoys doing. Oh, and eating french fries.