Why Write

Fluearence
2 min readMar 11, 2024
Dall-E image of a green dressed figure riding a blue comet over a setting sun that showers a city in a golden and orange light

Y write with a laptop

a typewriter or tie fighter

I buy right by buying small

I buy bulk and stand so tall

oh so tall

how did I even get up here

above the clouds the sky is clear

there is no sky just a blurry line

between all space and all time

and this little blue ball

a globe called earth

We call it Earth it is for certainly dirt

yes most assuredly

But mostly molten and rocky and covered in

homes and bones and bees and trees and things

Well who knows how many wells were dug to fill each cup

in each village turned town turned city; it’s the west

the way of the west

expanding

depressed

Surströmming so strongly survived the coldest winters

fish eaten rotten and dead to live and die

We can be like penguins all huddled up to survive

but our beaks are our mouths and

our mouths must speak

and when we speak we divinate divine derision

Make words with wobbles in wind vibrations

When words hit our ears our brains are so tickled

the tik toks and slang

kids playing war games

Pleasant purpose purportedly protects people’s perceptions

The truth of intentions dying each second

reborn in the present each sentence is ending

A new thought beginning, winning, bidding, losing, borders, snoozing sides and surrender

the sea swallows all with lavish tsunamis and splendor

Nigh, the time is nigh! Now, not now, naught but our bodies and

how we ought-ta be fighting

if you’re not growing you’re dying

now smile for the camera

Subjectively of course

What’s worse?

To be so large or to be so dead,

you cannot fail

you cannot win

there is no where to go

and no place to sit

you must get up and dance and spin

and spin around hit the town make friends who murder

then talk to their mother and shake her hand

HI GOD, NICE OUTFIT

why yes it is me dressed in fabric from Belize

so floral and green, and the smile on my face is pretend indeed

you mustn’t worry though, however you wish

it’s all wishy washy

gone with the wind

and her bones will turn to dust and the sun will blow up

and all the love you were so scared to give will pile up

a supernova

Big Bang

Again!

She watches and waits, curious what her creation might do next…

Dall-E images of like, a space eyeball looking at a mountain

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Fluearence

I write about the goings on in the world, how it impacts me, my friends, my community, my blood; my people make my place and I take it.