To go backward is to speak no words-
Hiding tomorrow has no future-
The Voice has been busy indeed-
We sit, clashing smiles, seeing each other, hoping for blood. Again. It’s not enough to read our history. Word of mouth is a joke we understand, it’ll only play out nicely when we kill one another. Don’t you agree. The boy was confused by the rock. It was a menacing rock. He’d been deep in the woods and fallen asleep next to it. ‘Why do you speak to me, rock.’ the rock did not reply.
What do you all think about your mom? I love mine. That’s an easy one. How about tits being sucked while the infant is at fault in public? Or- what of your own home and who uses the bathroom no longer because they checked out? Checked out of your baggage, your thoughts, and process of being? How about your outstretched arms looking, and the forgotten shoulder? Do people ask for your opinion? Is the essence of being to watch another walk?
-M. Taggart copyright 2017
(This was part of a longer piece. I am unable to share the rest.)
Everything we remember, we hid from. Could this have actually happened? Was this us? We pretend that it isn’t and continue on, limitless. A broken branch. A leaf, brittle from lack of water, separated and beaten until crushed. Pieces and pieces of itself sprinkled about the ground; some being lifted by wind and carried to new places. Each though, to grow again. To once more know itself, with hope for the better.
Sometimes it only takes one lonely road, ice covered tree branch, or snow covered hill to reset. Just, reset. It’s fine and it’ll be fine.
photo taken by me.
We, the one of us-
Our splintered thoughts weep-
Abandoned on shadowed walls-
copyright 2017 -M. Taggart
We know a man who is fucked constantly. He doesn’t understand. We watch him. He bends his head forward and receives his statements as though he lives above. He doesn’t. It’d be nice for him to know he’s just a man, being fucked.
Do not damage us for shining bright-
Even if it’s you
Our storage runs thin-
If you’re going to be crazy, look good being it.