Bad Ocean

•Bad Ocean
At the heart of the mountain,

color is a whispered myth;

rules are organic, grown truths.

Rain is a sound without physical form.

Below the cliffs, lapping and hungry,

the ocean knows little of mountain’s

internal life. Solid. Hard.

K. Shawn Edgar | IRB | NGO | BAD

#badocean

#kshawnedgar

Our Trouble with Trouble

The Trouble with Trouble•

We start in a parking lot, between two white lines.

Car radio sounds are heard: music to talk to music to talk…

Raw aluminum-alloy lamp posts, tall as prison towers, uniformly point toward the sky.

Women and men with bags and babies. Big mess. Obeisant, humanoid-faced cars wait, some humming mechanical lullabies.

Dialogue:

(As if watching someone do voiceover for a Disney animated movie we cannot see.)

I am at home between the loving arms, these white lines. These silent boundaries.

The trouble with Tacoma, there’s a sleepy veil of depression billowing up and drifting back down, daily. Never quite enough to keep the crows and jays from flying, or the people from driving, but stellar association isn’t ever what it might be elsewhere.

Second strange plane flying overhead. So low and quiet, so flat and colorless, most folks don’t even look up. Don’t smile.

#kshawnedgar

K. Shawn Edgar | Man Flake | Cube Dweller | Bad Actor

Glorious Heights Inverted

/stash

|glorious heights inverted|

Humanity grows as the trees grow;

Solid and wide at the bottom,

And then branching, narrowing, and splintering into knotted blackened spikes at the top.

Drooping,

Until ever-increasing rot trickles downward, spreading slow death, toppling all.

#words

#trees

#decay

#kshawnedgar

K. Shawn Edgar | Less Stettled | Grim Colliser 

93

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When I’m 93 I won’t remember a single Valentine’s Day, Christmas, or vacation.

I’ll rewind and review instead every time I sat in my car on the parking lot at the Fred Meyer writing words, poetic or refined, and eating twenty-five cent doughnuts.

It’s these defining moments I cherish now and will remember forever, even beyond death.

#kshawnedgar #words #goodtimes

House on Stilts

>Around the area, the heft of Mary Jane, in which he stood, days and days, warmed his nostrils’ soft tissue, and his whole skin floated above his bones.

K. Shawn Edgar | 360 24/7


#kshawnedgar #wordsonwords #fixedgear #prose

Rogue Element: Life Spasm A

In The Realm Uncertain

Gone are the breezy moments, where driftwood is a dream catchable; and where the carefree steps making up a sprint are the easy sounds of sand and pebbles displacing under bare feet.

“You gather the supplies, I’m making the camp.”




K. Shawn Edgar | Steel | Gravel | Ceramic

Bridge at St. Remains

Notes and Rants from YouTube Comment Section


2016

True, but I think many people do maintain a high level of integrity, and we should encourage everyone in that regard. However, it only takes one dishonest voice to start an avalanche of disinformation. As for it being even worse “the opposite way around,” governments and cultures that have strictly controlled speech and assembly by overtly censoring and brutalizing citizens don’t tend to last because that kind of control forces the people to act, to rise up, rather than just talk.

Hamlet: That I, the son of a dear father murder’d, prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words….

There are a couple of exceptions to the failure of that method, of course, like North Korea. But the best control is the babbling brook of excessive freedoms without due responsibility and regulation.

K. Shawn Edgar | Florid Fellow