Helping Obese Paragraphs

To help an obese paragraph, strategically place the plus sized paragraph between two more paragraphs.  Subsequent to the placing, structure the grouping of paragraphs so that the obese paragraph has somewhat of a tummy tuck.  If done correctly, the paragraph should be spread across two pages.  This contouring, if you will, will not only help the self-esteem of the paragraph, but will additionally bring light into the collective group of paragraphs.  

Be nice to paragraphs.

Paragraphs.  

They make the world go round.

And fill up essays.  

Where would the world be without essays...

Stride with the paragraphs and paint essays on the bodies.

        - J. A. Kind

A Poem

Glass

She will look out the window as the deluge descends.

Water will flood the glass pane.

It will acceptingly defy Earth’s gravitational pull

as it will warp her vision. 

Once she moves her head and body across the pain

she will see the twists in the tunnels of moist beam. 

She will look out at the window,

believing Mother’s fallacy,

understanding the reality,

when solely viewing a distortion across the glass.

Drenched pains cause distortion.

          - J. A. Kind

Art Exhibit: 3 - Girl Underwater

Groupings, groupings, heed my call, swirl and dance in the light of the spherical gravitational pull while the tubes of innocence wash my markings and dress me pink, as the cats crawl beneath my ascendence, and the vapors drown in sorrow.  

         - J. A. Kind

And Mother Said, "Drink and Eat."

viral and striped sweaters

stress has its limits

for the entrance of grey

exposes tints of black and white

it can create focus

yet antagonize disparity

like a dial for velocity

it varies due to the pressure

of the attachments

of limbs

the greater the quantity of pressure

the greater the swell in velocity

however greater velocity

creates two facets of existence

blurs

and compression

not yet and nor until

anxiety fills the crevices of the blurs

it seeps into the missed messages

mavia

the entrance of the grey

unappreciative vision contains just

the acceptance of light

the foyer merely an

and a lacking of the capabilities of

our receptors

or the act of disregardingbjk   a law of

physics

human error

sarcastically the defiance of the meaning

of velocity

mary kennedy

          - J. A. Kind

Dear Polly

You will be missed.

- J. A. Kind

Art Exhibit: 2 - The Woman

Etching, no, rather drawing with blackened markers, I was able to rhythmically express my innards through the exposition of strides.  Constrained by the boiling classroom, seething with children, all, much younger, I enraged my body and subsequently dislodged the anger through the creation of the drawing.  

Children, come bring glory to my zip code.  And beckon the cloak of the governing woman.

           - J. A. Kind

It's A Gender Neutral

My iphone gave birth to this photograph of the outdoor ceiling.  Do not worry, it was an easy labor.

      - J. A. Kind

Art Exhibit: 1 - The Collage of Persephone

Daughter of garden, sunken in mud, let thy gravity uphold the ignorance of our greed, let the inopportune hedge guide our bodies to the cliff of the river so that our memories, a grouping of elements that irreversibly corrects the anticipatory fathoms of our petals, darken to the sightings of our underworld that melts our seeds until the hummingbirds and their feathers wither and our vivacious bottlenecked scars dissipate.

     - J. A. Kind

Pants and Kaps

Another reason why I don’t go to the morgue.

Her pants will not ascend up the body.

They exhibit the various mountains and valleys of exhibition

that exhibit all and every stifling opening in the land between the limbs.

The progenitors apparently never trained the lass in class.

Her pants will not ascend the body.

I slam the image processor shut

and beg the higher powers for more cloth

but the portrait remains hung in the palace,

exhibiting, exhibiting, exhibiting,

weakness and detestation in the wake of insomnia,

for she can spine-chillingly be pictured in the movies they show,

the ones with palm and sand and penetration for all.

When the tape ends its shift as a documenter she still exhibits,

plagiarizing the greats like a trombone entertaining itself with exhibition,

its brass perpetuating nausea and its horn emanating

aromas of catastrophic consequences

while it sits there like a prostitute, echoing the words of the vivacious

director in the silk scarf of silhouettes and the exhibition of pure animosity,

that pops and fizzles like the dying carcass of an incest ridden rodent

who decrees that Cersei is the finest in the land.

         - J. A. Kind

I Had One In The First Of Twelve

equip

i’m awakened by the

climb of the chime of your

mirror bell as you zip

above me like the shadows

of the golden metal that echo

in my ear.

but it seeps so strangely under

your clenched fists, as i watch

you pedal and ascend

one knee after another,

as sweat condenses on the

handles, and streamers sputter in the wind.

all i recognize you feel is blur,

and the substance we need

to pedal, fill your mouth and

choke muscle and tendon,

as our cartilage crammed turbines rise and fall

like the pant of your lung as you tricycle

away from the choker covalently

bonded to the first of all that matters.

yet we giggled - we snorted,

while printing the memory

on your chip as the disc swerved away.

rue had let you run over my

toes with our red.

you rose and fell over

the unseen ivory bones; and i pleaded for

a motion of  cyclical squeeze more

potent than a chip and a

wheel gone awry.

such as our disc shattered

in two, i stooped on our

step with palm under arch,

limp from the stubs of nails

that bled out like thorn bush

creaking to the zip code that a

tricycle is no bicycle when one

wheel decides to drift away.

             - J. A. Kind