I.
The talk to me about it. Impossible to tear down the circle and rotten agents as abuse of time and form and take it easy on her, she’s had a rough day. Listen. This song sounds like a diet soda that’s gone flat. Such as such as the unavoidable vowel, freaked out real bad. There are things lumped in to telling as if telling was all the shit and you’re left there thinking about my left nut.
whenever I opened I opened the other
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++this is once said, by once, by being there once and ended as if again.
I want a fucking future.
If you say a person isn’t going to make it through the day, then he shouldn’t make it. Why put us through this worry. Call Aspade Aspade. So I say this isn’t a joke, there’s no smoking in the office. And true. You scared the shit out of me.
so like getting off the table,
I don’t want to spend the rest
of my career trying to dodge
the apology that I know I deserve.
[the chicken was roasted. it never made it
across the road]
______the force of the best of it.
I’m really sorry how things are going, so sloppy and the white stuff in the back. There’s a reason I haven’t yet been able to decipher, so I’ll shut up, keep going, land on the feet as if the feet were moving anywhere anyway. I need to keep my feet feeling free, they’ve been so dumped, so damaged for so long as to eek out a remembrance of the time when I tripped in my boots, both times.
II.
In Conversation, Perhaps
| HIM | HE |
| Butt suck swell, the assumption to make things real and less in control. But in reality we have control and our control can act artistically or not, or just act like simps. The free nights. The lights hearing about and not giving enough such milk and law suits for various reasons. The bloodier wouldlier win. Just stone. Stone close up and appearing as flare. The kind of flare you burn marshmallows on. This is conflict lift empty. This is what I want it to be.The gobos and slaves as a low position where bulls are fat. What attracts me to the assume, is that it doesn’t assume we have to have a car crash every five minutes. Because you were going to try to publish them and not film them, the sinking dolly shots and mixed focus. I remember the bed in focus, and remember the sheets kinda cool and that’s the way I like them. Amusing to think about the quick steps made to get to the bathroom and fuck in the shower and then the walls look bruised and lose some of their dementionality. Made simple, made legal. I’m fine, I’m an object, I’m fine, I’m a whatever you want to call it, an error. You call all our pizzas “crust”. Even the goat cheese ones. And the sound of the taped male speaker: “it may hurt”. That’s a shot, she had a line and the record had to come out at the same time. Her bra has since become an excellent film director. Different, if an potentially interesting job. There’s plenty to see, birds you can eat, and laughter to crew about. These potatoes are not worth serving, so I’ll just as well serve them and say they need salt. My kitchen and clankoring and all hand-held. The knives cut like a comment meant true. The cutting kind. | And scenes of reacting. Decide to stick with the two. Decide on the upset, satisfied that they got the guests. All about him. And he isn’t you. The fold of the voice when the man when the frank door tells you open or shut it’s a case called closed. The softening effect, the lights in the background. I just want that effect. The back to meals meaning me. “Don’t break my heart.” |
III.
CRTA
thwr
ckrrk
xotny
(cwta)
(prts)
psh)
(nsod-)
__________________twa
blackboard, blackboard.
IV.
In Conversation, Pigeons
| HE | HIM |
| Things are coming, I’d like you to know. I’ll have a delivery, it won’t take long, It’s been too long to be a sad man with a sad face and a car that counts as a cock. What a delightful sense of humor you have. I feel better and smell like a lonely camel. My feathers are feeling fine, they’re stronger now, better with the beak cleaning and whatnot. I flew across the East River the other day, to Brooklyn. I saw the things that people take notice of and comment on, the bridge, the ferries. I can’t believe so many people walk all the time. That would tire me to no end. There were people taking plenty of pictures and I thought that to be quaint. Why people take pictures. That need to document. I flap my wings and find no reason to say so even as I’m saying so, so there’s no reason to anything. The stars were beginning to go into their baskets and I made it to Park Slope and landed, leaving a loose feather to the air. I will fly back home, drunk, and my feathers will be more flustered than before, that’s for sure. | I fly so far I cannot fly enough I fly enough. This wing is tired, bored with it all. Finally, a reason. A torso all squirted like a lifetime bleeding, what the hair ball? The huge downs on the down frown. there are drams and dreams left better to drink, I think, and I just popped my head in to say “hi”. |
V.
Cordially, you’re welcome
the dance of the metabolic level
the “come here, you remind me
of someone I used to know.”
So underground.
A resurgence of the page, there’s no page here to pause about or be entirely so upset about, the page I mean, the ones to be so standardly upset about.
I can count enough times
I reasoned the times
it seemed fruitful, hopeful, doubtful.
But I’ll be there for you,
as the world goes on
and falling in our falling
like a light in the night on the Hudson.
And this taxi’s on me.
And I’ll give you two bucks to buy that bagel you have you eye on,
your eye always looking somewhere else.
Settling in place,
this place and these sets
settle into a Sunday nicely.
Though the avenue drop makes
me sink so, like a sad sack
and there’s better places to
take your mother, when she visits
I would like to meet your mother.
I pretend things are always as there are and ever were and this is how we
spend our days, right, the pretend being the important parts of our ours.
And, also, the lies that we spend
spending our hours lying about
and forgetting the future we can’t lie about.
Meet me again after you have forgotten me,
and I’ll still seem the same as to remember
but you’ll still forget the things that you want to
and that will make us the same, still the same.
I want to go to the movies with you.
I want to see the same thing, and have a different experience, something similar
but could never be the same we’re not the same, you and I, I and you eye to eye.
I want to see you, but I can’t.
I want to see you, but I can’t.
I want to seed you, but I Kant.
VI.
And Friday night brings brighter funnies to the improvement. There are two things going on here:
- The something
- The something, vaguer than the word retains
Good to see you! Good to see you too! We’ll have to move things back, there’s a little bit of a lag around the half-hour mark. Throw a bone. Try to boner up the better fuck you’re talking about. My jag as a possible. Task as a total obliteration. Yes, I’ve betrayed all the things I ever came to learn in this world, as learned-------------------------------------------------------------------->with a kiss.
VII.
I despair at any attempt at my labor and/or my mind.
*This is substrata*
There are enough,
stop saying that,
there is enough.
- Is it something you experienced?
- Is it something that you can feel?
- Is it something self-raising as to be a chest puffed out?
- Is it something that pisses you off?
- Is it something that makes you smile?
- Is it something of a fad?
- Is it something that just makes you go far, far away and in doing so, finding that what you left was home, and that you’re okay with that, that when you shake at two o’clock in the morning you’re just shivering in comedy, that you’re accomplishing something on your own, and you shake still at that fact, the fact of you being your own, alone.
