Tweaky Tweakenheimer 

was having a moment 

tweaking away 

on a humid Sunday like early am

slightly rainy

in her brain

painkillers had helped her back

but nothing could help her brain

except puppies

 

 

 Laid up

Back tweaked

Upper middle left side

When I try to stand 

Pills after a walk and then 

two more pills

Some pills my housemate takes for anxiety

She gave them to me to help sleep

But I don't think they do shit

But it was nice of her

 Move over 

Proboscis

Morning Glory

of Doom

Fate hands you a shit card

what are you gonna do

Cry about it

Bow your head and chalk it up

to another morning of shit and gloom

But you wiggle out of bed

try to not to fuck up your already tweaked back

And make your way to the coffee in the kitchen

COFFEE COFFEE

SWEET COFFEE!

Blessed art thou Lord of Beans

 The Kingdom of Memory

Yielded many a numerous tome

bequeathing some form of forgotten permanence

To an unyielding passing

Of monotonous billions

Of rocks and Ricks and Marybelles

Seeing the words put their minds at rest

and gave meaning where there had been only doubt

 A twisted neurodivergent teenager

was beaten to death by a tagged 

UNICEF wandering slow plein 

There's nothing funny about any of it

 The random prairie dog

had an idea 

but he got rid of it as soon as he could

He'd seen where ideas led

Like walks on the black trail

He busied himself stowing acorns

for some reason

 The Fountains of Forgetfulness 

were beautiful to behold

shimmering aquiline aquifers

imbued with magazines about who was never here

or was 

I'm not sure

see the forgotten sirens singing tunes

before they knew who I was or you

 

 A particular religious sect in the Dakotas

lived in a community called Rustic Acres 

They might as well have called it Huckleberry Hound Town

It had as much to do with one as the other

 The Art of Forgetfulness 

was primary to the Arc of Nothingness

I forget why 

But it is

 Binary Decodence

was instituted in the hope of prevailing against Prairie Dog-ism in Eu Claire. The problem was they couldn't seem to find any. 

"Either they've moved on or have burrowed deeper than ever before. We can't be sure." Said one local non-expert. 

 He claimed 

He was one true Nothing

but 

he proved it 

he said

"I have no friends!

Everybody hates me!"

We couldn't argue with that. 

 The Art of Nothingness

was lauded in every print newspaper on the planet

Total: Zero

 

 Josiah of Esephus was unhappy.

The Arc of Nothingness was too much to deal with.

'We need a story, a cosmology, of how we came to be here, wherever "here" is."

The prairie dogs were not impressed. 

 The prairie dogs of nothingness

knew something was rigged

they couldn't put their finger on it

If they even had fingers