Contemplation Of A Point

Imperfection Skip 06.07.26 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Like words burning through my mind Lightning strike’s synapses thoughts Bore observations into caring’s knots Scores grooved growing spiral’s time

Traveling aligns upon a Mobius strip Slightly different passing’s every trip Information lost within another’s ship Like a needle hop’s imperfection skip

In walking speed sounds harmonized Discord dissonance lives traumatized Left behind grind doubts summarized Essays’ assaults a vault immortalized

And sow it is and sow it goes Forgotten then no one knows Seeds on the wind that blows Once again inspiration grows

Like words burning through my mind Lightning strike’s synapses thoughts Bore observations into caring’s knots Scores grooved growing spiral’s time

Traveling aligns upon a Mobius strip Slightly different passing’s every trip Information lost within another’s ship Like a needle hop’s imperfection skip

In walking speed sounds harmonized Discord dissonance lives traumatized Left behind grind doubts summarized Essays’ assaults a vault immortalized

And sow it is and sow it goes Forgotten then no one knows Seeds on the wind that blows Once again inspiration grows

Secondhand Smoke 06.03.26 By Kevin R. Mitchell

For a few short years like solitude As the morning darkness lingered Smelling his coffee and cigarettes Before those bustling days began

Like secondhand smoke Before my Brother woke Mom still silent slumbers Mourning a daily wonder What might he say today

I have no memory of lasting dialog He was quiet behind introspection As we sat at the round table there Imprinting something, still remains

Like secondhand smoke Before my Brother woke Mom still silent slumbers Mourning a daily wonder What might he say today

He dressed all-in the same every day Black spit shined shoes reflecting light Polished brass buckle gleaming bright Pressed up sharp, fit, and tailor made

Like secondhand smoke Before my Brother woke Mom still silent slumbers Mourning a daily wonder What might he say today

What he was thinking then, I couldn’t say With no idea what pressures might weigh When that work was done, we would play For a few short years those were the days

Wear Wind Fails 05.26.26 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Speaking something into another future From where some present doesn’t care Once upon redacted, buys indifference Without one’s ticket for their county fair

Worked over vie chemicals Applying pressures in mind As our logarithmic functions Measure changes over time

Stepping backs bereft left unnoticed Best days weighs like rusting scales Form metaphors for chasing whales Surviving doldrums where wind fails

Worked over vie chemicals Applying pressures in mind As our logarithmic functions Measure changes over time

Decisions compounds repeating Indefinitely one past sum’s point As fenced in sheep still bleating A gathering unaware will anoint

Worked over vie chemicals Applying pressures in mind As our logarithmic functions Measure changes over time

Once upon redacted buy-in’s indifference Forming metaphors from chasing whales Like some fenced in sheep stills bleating With emphasis, playing words, repeating

Apologetics 05.22.26 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Unwilling to accept, attacks So, defense is not required Nothing else really matters Backs simply as is desired

Pressured forms like discourse Measured from another course Response silently with purpose From cradle’s grave rehearsed

Something from the script clipped Finding figures in marble chipped Deriving, thought out subtractions A polished performance once said

Grandstanding before assembled Direction laid a plan made simple Source universal truth resembled Pressed metaphors like a thimble

Moves needles through our fabric Folded beholding space and time Once upon restores what we lack Wear life as left abhors a vacuum

Unwilling to accept, attacks So, defense is not required Nothing else really matters Backs simply as is desired

Pressured forms like discourse Measured from another course Responds silently with purpose From cradle’s grave rehearsed

Something from the script clipped Grandstanding before assembled Moves needles through our fabric Wear life as left abhors a vacuum

Finding figures in marble chipped Direction laid a plan made simple Folded beholding space and time Pressed metaphors like a thimble

Wares Somewhere 05.17.26 By Kevin R. Mitchell

Internet mirror internet abyss Something lost into reflection Wondering wandering amiss Entropy slips a past rejection

Disjointed anointed protection Prosaic prophetic prophylactic Insulated insular profit paradigm Mining minding’s disadvantages

From a Sinclair’s Jungle Succumbs global bungle Built upon our fugal’s rot Fueled buy in’s what not

Returned renewed without a care Bothered brother’s dime to spare Window seat stake medium rare Withholding like a Bluetooth pair

Once again wasn’t never before Knocking talking through a door Scratching wax to make a score Pulling air for mores’ county fair

Internet mirror internet abyss Something lost into reflection Wondering wanderings amiss Entropy slips a pass detection

Bottomline bottomless protection All we can eat a buffet distraction Willing billing knight self-made man Always is better with another’s plan

Cutting knives, knaves and jesters Aces and eights oblong protesters Sideways straights, bent Stratocasters Strings rings sings drumbeats anthems Wares somewhere stilled my memories