I don't know
if we are
entilted to entertainment
but we seem to
be,
I believe, in response
to society's inevitable collapse.

The world is cold
it is warmish.
But we are in-
between
the bright, bright sun
and the machinations of
heat.

I love you
but somedays are not better
some days
are exactly the same.

Isn't that part of the delusion?
We all seek something to latch onto.
Something to seek our teeth into,
That something would give us meaning.

Something else and Nothing else
are exactly the same.

So I wave goodbye:
Sink or swim or die
Oh my oh my oh my!
She's buoyant.
It's awful.
It's voiceless.
A frictive,
nonsyllable,
a void
infinite
in motion.
So she swims away:
Sunny or dim or not today.

The smell of puke and beer
and cigarettes and ash
and summer.
There's an old man coming
out of the alley.
He's smiling.
And even the homeless are
happier in the summer.
It shimmers,
Her tight jeans around her waist
will simmer.
His eyes will pull out-
suction cups,
and dirty rags are tinder.

Piece together the past from raw blood
these were real words
communicated through data hubs.

Sometimes you fantasize
for moments,
for hours.

You can't remember what you thought you wanted
but you're sure that
this is something like you wanted.
This has to be something like you wanted.

Wear the nicest clothes
(you stylin')
to make all the nicest people
think/believe you are rich
to procure the
finest/good sex
to go to sleep
feeling good/content

with a satisfactory view of ~self~

Read the nicest books
(skim at least)
to believe you know
tangentally
what your own brain thinks
/feels

Am I ( Read more... )

Grenadine & Saccharine,
Beyonce:
'To the left, to the left'
and the Alternative,
if only in search of meaning.

To the left, to the left.
Everything you believe
Take it further to the left.

If only in search of meaning.

Modern Frankl
only he's too derivative, too plain,
'Ya, I've read him'
He doesn't share my interests in pain..

Learning is just a form of remembering.
You asked about me and my mistakes?
I forget. I forget.