Lubricant
15 May 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: neologic
The need for social lubrication/ awkward, yes, and — the periods between your comma’s
make the self-love session I put/ fucking off— display of the display that swells between feet and knees
THE LUBRICANT IS ALL GONE!
Explosive discussion — call the bank, make sure you don’t live in a small town where everyone talks
shit like that — cuffed the eyes into remorse/shame — but then stick the chin out into the sunlight/
past the shortened Main St./ disjointed, collaborative — getting the hand to work for five, ten minutes
/solid work — couldn’t put the coffee on till that movement felt right/ maybe adjust the legal pad
out here — borrowed table, nothing here mine but the empties — so you’re not/hopeless
about the fact that I was writing
wanted desperately to look like a writer — does conditioner work? — because beyond
discrimanation — (oh damn/ I can’t spell/ made Freudian look slippage all over night clothes…)
incrimanation — where’s the man, in all this — but looping the mask on/ anyway, take a break from breathing
