Middlemen

 MIDDLEMEN

These most annoying Middlemen

There really is no need for them

...

(to be continued... maybe not. lmao!)

Reality

Reality

Oye, I have come to see,

there is no 'shared reality.'

Only 'partisan' and, of course,

those we 'have' individually.

The dream of 'one reality,'

the perfect one, for all to see ,

may be just that, a dream.

What we create,

are shards and, splinters,

bouncing around us,

out in space.

But, not into each other.

Impenetrably lost they are,

in countless 'nano-ego-universes.'

Each one just far enough,

out of reach

and, 'safe.'

Open Poem

Open Poem

I thank you for the company.

Although, so brief it had to be?

Your sudden wordless "Exit" on FB...

Just like the other ones I get to see,

More and more frequently.

Could it then be, they only bother me?

You didn't really want to talk,

Nor did you want to listen...

You didn't want to know about me.

Rare were the times you could agree,

With anything I said, no matter what the topic.

So, let me tell you how I feel:

"I think it's not alright.

And it's no civil way to be,

to think the way you do, of me...

Does your life also not include some misery?

Answer to the question at the end of the poem: "Yes, of course it does, same as the life of most people on the planet.... However, you allocate a lot of importance to your personal loss, and its accompanying "dose of misery," which I can perfectly relate to, whether you acknowledge that, or not. I don't accept that your loss is the only one which counts. Finally, saying that other people's pain and suffering is uninteresting to you, and even boring, seems rather rude, and somewhat arrogant, to me. As if nobody else's tragedies matter, compared to yours. It's hurtful for the person who happens to be hurting."

(Also, arrogance is a tool people use to hide how insecure they feel inside. ✌ )

(Asi, callandose de esa manera,

vuelve el silencio completo...)

Copyright, Corinne Wesley

February 9, 2021

Chao!!!

😎

 

Last One Of These, Ever

 

(Back Again?)

(Apologizing...?)

(TsTsTs!)

(Maybe Not!)

No Offense

Is It Too Late Anew 

For You To Tell Me 'Sorry'

Even Though You Can't Deny 

I Never Did You Any Harm?

Do Forgive Me For Just Hoping 

That Perhaps This Time You'd Hear Me

And For Hoping That You'd Know.

All I Get Is Competition

For That Lonely Spot "High Up"

Without Which You Cannot Be

And Where I Don't Want To Go.

So No Matter What The Theme

Of Past Conversations May Have Been

Mostly Designed To Overthrow.

"I Shan't Ever Again 

Let YOU Try To Turn ME

Into Your FOE!"

☮

(Just So You Can "Win" and "Rule.")

Corinne Wesley

November 16, 2020 

edited January 2, 2023

upper layers

upper layers

well-dressed women

powerful-vehicled young men

fancy restaurants

to serve as backdrop

for fancy outfits

all that

only goes so far

and mostly

not terribly deep

it's just

nice to look at

or remember

and 

forget

to make space

for better things...

 

Corinne Wesley 

Copyright

November

2020

this text came to mind when i listened to the song "Patricia" by Art Pepper the other night:

hhhhmmmmmmmmm...................uuuuhhhhhhhhhh

oh yeah, baby.......... oh yeeeeaaaaah my friend........ lets glide now on to over yonder........there lies a land so softly still....... and it's too easy just to miss...... in a short snap uv'e passed it by......... no time but for that one beat of a wing...... a single wave arriving at some beach............ a short and stormily exploding thunderhead........... then baby, when u do get to the end, its gone .......... simply like that 'n just the way it started....... but oh, how lovely t'was and how terrifically we liked it .......... say, made not being in it , with it, all there, worth the price...... whatever it turned out to be ....... for almost every moment of them all......... and those that may yet lie ahead........one day the last one comes and turns a corner....... soft sounds are somewhere playing in the back.......time to let go, move on, tune out............while silence supercedes the song 

© 

corinne wesley 2017 

Death

Death - as they would 

say on television

is a real medical condition

it reveals our inner

marionette

which ends up empty

on the cold floor

and all that filled it

just a short while before

is now no more

and never will be again

Copyright Corinne Wesley

 Santa Fe, November 2015