Social Yet Distanced: A View with an Emotionalorphan and Friends Jack Varnell

Bleeding Out



Love Lies Bleeding....



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Dance With Uncertainty

The Protagonist Wins Again.



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Sweet and Sour Choices

Life as...

@jackvarnell



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Sliding, Slowly, Slithering.

Down the Razoor's Edge of Life

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"Into You Like A Train"...psychedelic furs-



I was listening to this old favorite while going through some old writing to be polished into life, and I noticed a strange phenomenon. I write including trains a whole lot.



I remember thinking this was strange and as I do I started researching this. I think may not be as strange as I'd like to believe.... Again.



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These examples illustrate how poets have used the metaphor of a train to convey various aspects of love and human experience.



In closing, I offer my jumbled-up versions of these things. I hope you enjoy them and visit the Vids and Podcast, even though I MAY not be an academic...or an outlaw.

"Ttrains As A Measurement of Love."

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Imported from Asia the Italian

If the stomach is an annex to a violent sad perception the size of a sigh.

It is

a map

where you read pain, fears, and outward-facing inner turmoil.

Call it all bull shit.

My heart is

the most violent annex of all prognosis

It’s a map

read

bull shit

coordinate the sync.

I’m shore.

& I’m sure that

by your brain is a plan.

A kiss is the way to keep you.

to keep you sane.

I think maps

are fortune tellers for a quarter-?

on a boardwalk.

A way to show you the words

you’ll never say.

Don’t you?

K myself today?

Watch me on tv tomorrow? Write a poem in the afternoon? I’ve no interest in tv

Id forget us anyway.

But tonight I’d choose

to be tricked by the words you say. Tonight feels cosmic.

Final ending

upside-down Upsy-Daisy.

What’s formed in my head and

throat

comes out of my mouth and is waiting for yours

For the worst you come to me This is the only thing

that’s pure in my life

Pure. what we do

you and me

Not the universal me

I am too f****d to drink... too drunk to fuck and

just enough much drink

to be.

Fucked.

Cut my heart out like a tumor peel the scaly onion.

Swim for forever and a day

and

I press hips

my heart is doing flips

flips doing is my heart mine?

I kiss your lips I kiss your eyes I write to you in the darkness

Before the big sleep

I will sleep in your dreams Where you should be with me

From A to Z. In to end.

Again.

So here is another one.




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