Francis Erich McElroy
Published posts, philosophical humor, deep thoughts.
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Near Pointless Poem
I can’t feel the fire. I don’t have a single thought inside my head. I can’t resolve the words I heard today or make sense of what I’ve said. I don’t want to know more than what I’ve heard for years. I can’t tell much more than what’s been put through both my ears. I…
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Growing Old With Purpose
I’m growing old. The eyes I look into remind me that I’m tired. The eyes I avoid remind me that I’m not dead. I’m growing older. The way I’m able to hold my family together and get up on time for work, hold my head up for eight hours and do the things I need…
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The Nice and Quiet Bigot
A highly riddled man walks into a restaurant in America for a bowl of curry. He is seated at a table by the front door. A door he has walked through a dozen times before. So many times that he notices the menu has changed, not the food but the format. He is visiting the…
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The Sacred Vessel – Fraudulent Monarchy
Kneeling by stream water to swill out the sacred wine vessel with water I see my reflection in nature as a Tudor but with no real desire to sit high on the hill as a monarch or even kneel before those I would later betray for golden horizons as a perceived pauper. Next time, when…
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Replace the Word “Swill” with “Design”
“Who is that,” asked a young man, a little while back, who was not familiar with anyone outside of his own inner circle. At that moment Eric had stepped out of a van concerned he was not on to something, not on something like everyone else, but on to something like a story he was…
