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Forgetting the Score | Poetry

Let the Day Begin: Digital Art by Shawn Michel de Montaigne

The road provides its own meaning.

It’s silent and solitary.

Like me.

Work is both a palliative and an irritant.

I live in it, and I die in it.

The myths and half-truths told to me during childhood—

they require daily attention.

I can’t rid myself of them.

I can only be aware of them and their poisonous influence.

I fail as often as I succeed.

Living makes sense only to those drunk on

90-proof rationality.

It’s insane.

Gloat all you want.

You’d be better off talking to the bottom of a toilet bowl.

You’ve got nothing to share with me.

Days come and are lost.

They blow by without touching me.

I’ve had to work at forgetting the score.

It was a guaranteed loss anyway.

Hell, it was being run up on me before I hit puberty!

Fuck that.

Go for lots of commas; it doesn’t matter.

Not anymore.

A life lived well is a life lived off the playing field.


From Fractalverse: Volume Three


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Digital Art: Let the Day Begin by Shawn Michel de Montaigne