Let us hover in a space where verbs have yet to be conjugated:
to watch,
to listen,
to fear,
to imagine,
to desire.
How elegant!
How freakish!
How concerning!
Indulge!
Indulge!
Indulge!
I'm sorry I must get back to work...
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
7/19
Compliments to the chef!
I am god.
You are god.
Together, we are nothing.
More crazy than dumb,
Sometimes I think that’s harder to fix.
7/18
Two red bulls and an adderall later,
I imagine this is what normal is for everyone else.
Dreaming of burritos and a good f***,
While I practice the Arabic alphabet in my head.
I imagine this is what normal is for everyone else.
Dreaming of burritos and a good f***,
While I practice the Arabic alphabet in my head.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Hangover
Someone is lighting matches in my skull,
I let the coffee get luke-warm again,
How did I end up in Bluepoint or Bellport?
Those rich white people thought I was dead,
Try not to stumble to the door in front of the new neighbors.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Vices, Vexes, Vindication
I live life looking to the hourglass,
It shows that life has passed, whether heat death or a cold
bodily existence, inherently paradoxically spent all the same...
Time is the greatest equalizer and the ultimate god,
Recognizing a lack thereof is the greatest solvent of guilt
and the ultimate vindicator.
Tomorrow comes today until tomorrow doesn’t.
Soon there will be no more mistakes or recesses of desire,
Soon there will be no more treats or trips or trials,
Soon there will be time no more.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
A Letter to Julie
Oh my love, you are my oldest friend.
I know your legs have weakened and your nose so dry;
I must admit you near the end of days, soon to join Daffodil
by way of pushing daisies.
For I still inhabit spring, I will always feel you in every
cherry blossom bloom.
The ticking of my many wall clocks reminds me that I’m never
too far behind.
For you, I hope there really is a heaven…
Please wait for me.
Monday, June 13, 2016
fuck the system
I have six months to make up my mind on what to make of my
life.
I’d rather watch makeup videos online than lineup for the
professional pecking order-- setting individualism aside where ironically, I’m
supposed to stand out and simultaneously abide,
I’ve never been good at following the rules and it’s not
that I don’t understand,
I’m just bad at going along with the authoritative posturing
bullshit and lies…
I’ve been told I’m insensitive and perhaps a bit sociopathic,
But if I don’t find it funny I probably won’t think to laugh
at it.
I won’t remember to shave because I don’t think hair is
offensive,
And if I hear a baby whine I’ll probably scowl at it,
But whip your tit our to feed it and I won’t bat an eye,
Because feeding your child is totally fine.
I’ll pick up your books if you drop them,
And lend a hand if I have half the time,
I’ll always obey the right of way,
But in the end your path I cannot follow if yours is the
only say.
Fuck the system.
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