seven awkward stitches (condensed)

seven promises coincide.

a stranger in the family
a heart ache in a dental office

I brought seven areas of discomfort
and I have enough for the whole class.

I. Post-Pledge. [We are the Color of Unadulterated Bitterness]

We've pulled back your skin
cracked open your skull
and through a funnel,
We're filling it with thoughts
you never imagined to imagine.

We are the chill
after a sneeze, cough, and sniffle.

We break the Tenth Commandment.

II. Epic Battle of the Consciences

Three years in a stalemate
for a week there,
it went somewhere.
A year ago.

The second instance of inner dissent:
The smallest reenactment of the war scene from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers going off in your heart, and you're well aware of it.

III. Father Leaves
and he doesn't want to say goodbye.

When he gets back, he says,
We're going to have a talk.

IV. Obligatory Apology, Apathetic Realization.

It's a common theme in literature and movies and songs and all that bull shit.
Usually R & B, which sucks, like most R & B. (Who'm I kidding?? --all R & B.)

The uncomfortable part is that when you have to decide whether or not you genuinely care.

So, in no specific order, such comes fourth in a list of seven.

V. an end, an end, and, another end.

Q: If I have such a rotten soul,
why am I so fortunate?

A: I don't believe in Karma.


But it's the gray hairs growing from my scalp,
That's what really gets me.

VI. Today It Hit Me.

and that really shitty (Paula Cole?) song comes on that shitty radio station,
and it goes, "Where have all the cowboys gone?"

VII.This is It.

The least comfort lies in the fact that no matter what,

you are always waiting for something.