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While In
Subverting patience one expectation at a time. I like to weaponize existentialism - it’s my kink. I don’t even like the music, I just know you like me for listening. What a ball, a beautiful wedding. So pulls the oxen on cart. Pardon me a moment while I spiral out of control here.
Welcoming
From birth your time, they say, will come. Your family excited, the papers, you sign. Guns flare. The uncles, the grandads, the fathers - those left - they say, your time will come. You sign, they cheer, you fight, they boo. Your war will come.
Requiem
It becomes a dream you share. The first to wake up leaves.
Could Never Pretend
I am not the carbon copy, but rather the rough suffocating diamonds. In these dank caves, nothing comes through - signals upon waves upon kilojoules of pixels. Time to turn off the news.
Antithesis
Little Hollywood
I’d like to die ahead of all the times I see you kill me. For the thousandth: I take you places to watch you enjoy them; set blueberries on your tongue, giving life the bright eyes with dark, polychromatic rings warm me in the morning. equals cute when what comes to mind
woh Or: How to Kill Time Without Killing Yourself
Another mailbox with a lump in its throat. Caught on the drive there, like a virus catches on. Important letters to send; busy, busy, busy. If you can believe it. A barn so perfect it could only house endless flows of stench-free horse shit. A bit chilling to the eyes. No rush. Melancholy beneath their angelic vocal cords. Whatever it takes to Ave Maria. Dulce et decorum est mori. Really, the point, at your leisure please. He doesn’t scare her. For how eccentric, how pathetically odd he is and she’s fine with that. I’ve sung this way since paper pilots wore leather flaps over their ears. I’ve also never seen the animals. Ugh, wrong notes. You can let go now, you neurotic sack of... Incredible how well we craft illusions out of reality. You can let go. I always thought the universe was bigger. Not to sound ungrateful, but turns out someone left their plastic model next to a set of steel bells. And it hit me. How did they even get there? Like ticks on your skin. When did they cross over and start biting? They must have borrowed some poor sap’s webbing. Can't sit around on a branch all day, right? Busy, busy, busy those ticks. I'd believe it. ONLY ON A TUESDAY ONLY ON A TUESDAY WOULD THIS EVER HAPPEN. I guess Thoreau Never heard of “when in Rome.” Please, let go.
Atom Discovers Fire
Today
I discovered a new element.
It cures ailments,
makes people happy,
and
pushes past dark thoughts
to transform
this harsh, volatile world
into a generally
livable space.
Naturally,
scarcely little exists.
We fight over it,
hate over it,
and altogether bastardize
its original
splendor
for our selfish desires.
Love:
a fragile and clumsy thing.
Dradle
A flight worth the fall not landing, so much, as crashing.