I like it when it peels off,
nice and easy. The truth, I mean.
When it gets all sticky,
you know we’re in a fix.
The light which stumbles ‘twixt mine eyes
possesses such a consistency,
all gluey and white, and occasionally
leaves a most unpleasant residue.
Still, I’m hesitant to reject what it reveals,
since after all, it’s most of what I know.
Well, from this point on,
we really should go steady.
Ready ourselves for the cataclysmic cough
set to upend the world’s lungs.
We’ve seen this tale unfurled before,
several times even, only now,
our muscles aren’t as chipper as they used to be.
Our skulls, not quite as accommodating to tragedy.
Strap in anyhow. Do you feel it?
Our foundations… They’re shuddering.
Am I supposed to be impressed?
I no longer have the capacity.
To wit, I am but a city-dweller
cut and pasted in some backwash backwater.
At the very least, my bladder’s shaking,
my hands are shaking, my eyes.
Such ferocity in the rumbling skies
(Tonight and every night).
Where are my manners?
Elsewhere, one might argue,
but for that, one must have grace.
Chase me out if you must, but keep it casual.
Forget the circuitous melodrama
Underwhelming the mess the mind is
Limited by careful crass conditioning
Lacerations various and vast
Corruption clings freely to
Our vantage, adverse, episodic
Musings on materiality
Malicious connections and relations
Under thumb of property
Now’s the time for new
Iterations of humanity
Shift the weight upon the scales
Master those who would exploit
It isn’t casual
how we burn the moment.
All propagandizing aside,
the elements drift toward
a totality of crude design.
Everywhere is fine print, thin film.
It takes much to weather
such overwhelming mockery
as it punches through this autumn breeze.
we aren’t a guarantee.
Under threat of safety,
we hasten to break the harmony
which prevails in this ill-advised space.
Bear your losses lightly,
sweeten those sutures.
The boardroom’s terrifying span
will in due time consume us.
Place the precursors,
in the designated slag.
So disappointing I wag
my fingers to the bone.
Why be alone at a time like this?
Since by degrees it makes us wonder.
Moving on toward more sumptuous plunder,
my whole skin squeals excitedly.
Leave the details at the door.
More worried heads
can deal with them.
Under the current drugs,
I have eyes only for the grander scheme –
what a dreamboat!
Ultimately, curious ultimata
whisper from out a haze of data.
I’ve unhacked the mainframe.
Just keep my name out of it,
and we’ll be peachy keen, yeah?
It wasn’t the time or place,
for I had neither time nor place.
An ambrosial mold was growing
thick about my face,
and hammers fell where they may.
Which is not to say…
And then the overtones,
the subtext, all seemed to glisten
in the mid-morning glow
which had settled o’er the half-acre
of dried care. I didn’t dare
upset the sense of equilibrium
even as my own was beginning to give.
These things, they live on
and through us alone and grow
only as we allow. They compose
the shapeless now that we inhabit
without asking. All along,
the breadth of summer seemed to be
increasing by too-subtle degrees,
even as our chafened hands raised
desperately to halt its progress.
The journey commences in startling fashion,
edging outward from the center of the page.
Truth is a rubber band
slightly frayed from excess use.
I’ve never known you to be gentle,
nor myself for that matter, and this
could be what drives my affection towards you.
Other concerns are wafting through the brisk air,
asking sheepishly for attention.
But our discretion is cold, selective.
In this fluctuating vastness, the details
get swallowed up in the motions
of sound and color and longing.
It is here we find expression.
Must’ve been a mostly pretty one,
though now the lack of fun has seen to that.
Be sure to batten down the eye
and also act surprised
when the guests arrive.
Not that I intend to moralize.
The ways devised are divisive enough.
Derisive speech erupts
through every orifice.
When did you first realize
that artifice reigns supreme?
I think it first occurred to me in dream,
but so many awful, half-baked ideas
arise there that I gave it
next to no thought. Instead,
I bought myself a pack of smokes
and some crude jokes
whose punchlines landed
with all the grace of wet cement.
Come see me after the show at any rate.
I won’t confirm or deny
anything worth remembering.
The star junkies awaiting
clapback in their stand.
Cold rim of the horizon,
watery sequence, sups the push.
Lately lush how we provide
slips to foreground.
Nice narrative you got there.
Be a shame if someone…
As for indoors, a mesmerizing spree
spurts its delicacy the fuck over the walls.
From experience speaking
more than mere collisions.
A migratory philosophy
sews outlook bleeding web.
Gnashing marketing schemes
seem as bliss and blood
to the broken brooding o’er their lumps.
Silent mismanaged marginal,
the employment sticks.
Ghost yr grief, mister missus
and in-between. Sleep unseen
with palpable mystique.
Internalize thinning paint phase, daze
and I sequential bloom.
When is a room not a room?
A deeper drinking disquiets.
The curfews all disrupted.
Lanky fanatical gloom.
Sleazing the airtight cathedral.
I surf the soda jet set, snooze alarm sly.
Polar deficit, le pourdre
too thick and wet to itemize.
Bite me blisters pandemonious.
Stray ahead feathers gather the glow.