To love & to Loathe & To Liken

Thirty years later, 
and still thought it was worth it
and still thought it was lamentable 
and still thought it was unspeakable
and still thought it was remarkable
and still thought it was nightmare fuel
and still thought it was a calamity
and still thought it was embarrassing
and still thought it was a nuisance
and still thought it was leechcraft
and still thought it was a parade of horribles
and still thought it was special
and still thought it was lovelorn
and still thought it was craven
and still thought it was tender
and still thought it was fizzling
and still thought it was galvanizing
and still thought it was something else.

A glittering gem, 
is not enough
is too much 
is of no account
is all that matters
is pure animation
is immaterial
is serially climactic
is inconclusive
is continuity
is terminal
is relentless
is overfamiliar
is formulaic
is tiresome
is melodramatic
is monstrous
is bewitching
is greatly appreciated
is besides the point
is magical
is tragic.

Embraced, 
as an eggplant
as an iguana
as a glacier
as a painted ceiling
as a shooter saying goodbye
as random
as preoccupied
as a failure
as a sandcastle
as a pink house
as a suit of armor 
as bananas in a hot dog bun
as fingernails on a chalkboard
as a large white blimp
as a murder mystery
as a tangled web
as a night at the opera.

Foretelling, 
what could come next
nothing in space except space itself 
singing for joy 
the first to attack
the first to run and hide 
the last to leave
written warnings in the instruction manual 
a wall full of masks 
a visit to Kansas
a near-death experience
an art for getting in the way
that the safe was full of firecrackers.

The clouds formed, 
beautiful animals
a tornado
something to be happy about
something to be sad about
a shark-infested channel 
a stairway to heaven 
a highway to hell.

Had a knack for,
painting songs
creating trash
removing trash
separation anxiety 
exploding daisies
pounding meat
turning wine into water
disappearing ink
being at the wrong place at the wrong time
not being born yesterday
picking up where others left off
answering prayers
never giving in
supposing indifference
throwing darts
heading for the exits
skipping rope
directing traffic
turning on the lights.

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