happiness

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

I can’t see it directly. Those motes around the eyes when I stand up too fast but it’s there to be enjoyed in the periphery.

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Best Guess?

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

Best guess? The algorithm of life is scribbled by a hand trembling with Parkinson’s, guided by a brain swimming with Delerium Tremens.

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in a marble

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

That I could
when I am small
squeeze
into the storms eye
of a marble

roll and be rolled
guided
by Newton’s discoveries
guided
by that hand
which bends trees with invisible speed

To look through
swirling globes of color
showing true
the things
all your things
skewed
to the shapes of sense
where
my brain’s waves crash

all your things
blurred into satisfaction
taming your impositions
that I could exist
in a marble

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Hobo

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

I hopped on a train
not sure when or why
But it runs winding tracks
Never going straight
Sometimes it stops
Sometimes runs backwards
sometimes full speed ahead
      Cars teetering
But I’ve never seen it run
One speed, one direction
Towards home

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