War in the Distant Skies

By R.M. Kamm

Welcome!
Come on in, the water’s freezing, and the ice is a-melting, so why not Tilt-a-whirl your universe inside this regurgitation of words wholly meant to imbibe all your soul’s dirty spirits? Kids, will you learn what’s on the other side of whatever it is that presently transfixes your mind’s eye? Probably not! Unless whatever hypnotizes you has the ability to curve its milky way round your curious cheekbones as your eyes bend directly towards the sun. As long as what is read passes two things, it scientifically cannot be marked as rubbish: time and space. I have taken care of the matter of space. I leave it to you to do your worst with the concept of time.

Enjoy!
(That is not a command.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664186217

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For my kin,

My comrades,

My canines,

And for those who hold this penniless,

May your scattered thoughts someday afford you a meal.

When we think, on days that are dreary,

That all love is gone,

We’ve done naught but to prove,

That we and the universe are one.

CONTENTS

Prolegomenon

Excerpt from the Aforementioned

Beast

Short of the Long-List

Break Path Perigee

The Theory of Red vs. Blue

English Eater

Hominidium

In the Alcove

Symptoms

Fresh Cut Gardenias

Eyes

A Life a Letting

The Tension

As We Crawl

Bedlam Enamored

Conkle Rodent

My Favorite Killer

Edging

A New Something for an Old Nothing

Traveler

Spare Me

Esprit de l’escalier

The White Devil

Lo and Behold

Cashmere

Luminous Top floor Victorian

Wires’ Breath

Malady

Ode to the End of the World

Earth, Asphalt and Rubber

That’s Enough

A-Voyaging

Dusting Clusters

Please in Another Language

Sea Shanty

History in Inches

Green Bicycles

A Series of Things

Red Alert

Chased a Hare

It Crashes

When Shared

No Sudden Movements

Cadre

It is Now Forever

Tired Till Tome

Chocolate

1-Twenty-5

Anthropologically Speaking

Zooma

Existing Gaga Pit

Liquidating

Purple Haze

Sensory

Deciduous

Smile, Zi

Tide the Moon

Ripped Apart by Horses

Images Just Enough Unseen

Stem Theory

Nebula Gum 29.

Bearded Logic

Dweller at the Sign of the Falcon

Desk and Chain

The World’s First Anti-Inflammatory

The Light Takes Away

A Match in Space

Fantastic

The Male Named Bird Sparrow

Junk Deposition

War in the Distant Skies

~ PROLEGOMENON ~

Hello Reader,

If you can’t already tell by the parenthetical, the informality, and the conjunctions, just to name a few of the many things I’ve used to toggle the English language, this is something that I’m installing to knowingly—as if it can ever so be done unknown—break the 3rd wall in an attempt to prepare you for what’s here to come in form, in fiction, and at times in unpredictably uncontrollable fashion.

I think it worth noting that this poetry anthology that you’ve somehow stumbled upon or been forced upon—a loud thank you due to those slight few who’ve actually actively sought this out—was in its initial form, fiction, and fashion, a story about the absence of time, or rather the active dismissal of it. Though those some hundred or so pages still survive somewhere, I say as if I do not know exactly as to where, I decided that many tiny little lines inside tons of slightly less tiny factions would serve best to describe my tiny self, and my little life of comprising lines to undo the damage done by compromising what I genuinely love. I tried here to think of what I think of things and to express it as honestly as I know how to at this station in life. I spent a lot of time writing this thinking of Adeline Virginia Woolf (Stephen), of my family, of my future Adeline, of theology, of mental illness, of ecology, of ethics, and of the standards we grind ourselves against. I don’t think that I wanted this to be anything further reaching than notes on an observation of a semi-conscious mammal struggling to exist.

This may not be my masterpiece yet, but what it is is something that was done in time for a few key lifetimes to take hold of it and indorse that this was in fact done and that what it may be lacking in mind it makes up for in