old pottery by Carl Miller Daniels


the slimy muck and mess of everything —
the absolute sliminess of reality — it’s all
just, well, it’s all
just so slimy. gooey. slippery.
yep, the utter sliminess
of everything sometimes overwhelms.
saddens. envelopes us.
you. me. everything.
just a big gooey mess.
i envision
myself a pile of bleached white
bones on a secluded hillside.
dry. dry, everything
is so clean and slick
and dry. bones, wind-blown,
dry, not a droplet of anything
moist or gooey left.
yet the wind
hangs around,
ever vigilant, just
in case.

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