Algorithm for a Lost Thought
Add 1 pinch of existential terror, multiply it by your short comings. Find the ex who distorted your brain, pat the regenerated earth & walk away. Just playing around; she's probably walking somewhere above ground. Divide yourself too many times until you get close to that zero. You can't be everywhere & nowhere in the same instance. So, subtract yourself from this word problem, because there's more to life worth solving. Old Tricks Crack open my cranium & lay out my tricks; be sure to organize them by their strangeness & find something you can use, too, while you're at it. Wife & I used to snap shots at couples' nuptials so later they could look in a book & see the times in life they used to be happy. We still find ourselves in makeshift picture capture positions, lying down for that upside down frown knowing sixty-percent come to divorce in the end. I shut off any type of communication with hereafter after things starting following me back home; there's no need for that energy around my girls. All the cleansings attempted in years before showed seepage slipping deeper within a space some claim to call a soul. Checkmate Concentrate with great diligence on this battlefield where a great mate proves its importance. While pawns & knights go to fight in the name of you, glorious king, remember you ain't shit without your queen. Don't pick a spouse based off appearances for eventually the need to rub together wears out & you're left with an earache with no remedy. Before you take a prospective to bed offer to wash her car inside & out you'll be glad that you did. If she has rotting food & bodily fluids staining every fiber of fabric within it's best you lose her number & never speak again. Bios & more Tim Heerdink is the author of Somniloquy & Trauma in the Knottseau Well, The Human Remains, Red Flag and Other Poems, Razed Monuments, Checking Tickets on Oumaumua, Sailing the Edge of Time, I Hear a Siren’s Call, Ghost Map, A Cacophony of Birds in the House of Dread, and short stories, The Tithing of Man and HEA-VEN2. His poems appear in various journals and anthologies. He is the President of Midwest Writers Guild of Evansville, Indiana. Poems by Tim Heerdink: Us Motherless Men & Maybe This Will Be the Last Time 3 poems by Tim Heerdink : “In a City of Cathedrals, I Weep” “Veteran’s Day” “When the Cardinal Comes to Visit” Wolfpack Honorary Contributor: Tim Heerdink A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Tim Heerdink
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