Approximate March Sunday

Approximate March Sunday

approximate Sunday
(he's vaguely sure)
in March. another
blurry afternoon
w/ the fever-eyed nihilist:
doing acid psych solos
in C over Joy Division's
Closer on the turntable.
(He only knows C)

He's spinning like his head
and the record.

but isolation never sounded
so... overflowing. oh no,
maybe this was a mistake.
this is the way.
enter to exit.

i brought some just in case
you felt compelled.
i know you've got your.
genius ache.
paralyzed leaves float by,
excavated from the ice
by a quite bright
paleontologist.
but that's just another
appropriate joke
played on darkness.

happiness

see any difference between
happiness and ignorance
and your vote is with me.
you'll make a good leader.

so please tell me all and
make sense of the play -
if it's not just rehearsal,
and of course the matter
of that promised reunion
with this hurtling mass

but your silent evidence must suffice
your word was false plastic
you're lower than love
you're a drug

bore of perfection

everyone thinks they're always right -
it isn't a genetic snowflake -
the innate truth is far from it,
but seldom do they consider
the bore of perfection

there's an entire sea out there
filled to the brim of our beaches
with pirates, sharks, thieves,
exaggerators, abbreviators,
etc.

what love

what love

what love, such kissed smiles
what love, such mussed hair
what love, what wasted time
what love, what love was

what love, such violent amnesia
what love, such blind bliss
what love, what heavenly hemorrhage
what love, what love lost

neighborhoodism

neighborhoodism

revolt, even on a small scale,
is still a revolution.

who would threaten a birthplace?
who could snub their nose at
an entire geographic area?

i love my hometown
the people walk around heads down
and there's always a puddle
for my cigarette.

archers of loaf

archers of loaf

we can't be friends, i'm sorry -
i thought it was a possibility

but i can't know what music
you're into now and that's
what it really comes down to -
they're ruined for me forever

and you know how important that is
to me.

good luck with stuff.

recollection correspondence

recollection correspondence

i'm sorry for that
i was just drunk
the phone is unplugged
it won't happen again
i promised myself

super destroyed

super destroyed

oh sure cool fun
sounds good yea yea

baby talk reduction once again
but under other circumstances

what mouth, such dry teeth
- signs of love's hangover

91 days super destroyed,
typical winter months
how say what can i
no voice, no contact
but memory, unwelcome

it's official and yet not relevant

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no om, no id

no om, no id

put your mind in its right place,
get it ready, prepared for ease,
train it in foreign ways to learn
& never tread its restless seas

sink below its bullying waves, but
consider the course you're taking,
don't follow or fight any known path,
just make it the one that you're making

and standing at the bottom, look up
and see only the way that you came
and know you can always go back
and others were never to blame.