Very Crowded Bar but Ain’t No1 Make Their Way to the ICC yet?
Fell sorrow’s small intestine ; order a cosmo witcha
real shoulders out from under chuffed collar . Want
finally fleed – walk – wake the military domesticc’s
tight bounce, coin , backup . Still made ; easy lying
down innit ( cause I made it . ) Prefer this 1 , where
we burn down innit . I think about that statea me :
overwhere , deposed , squirrilish , squiggled , squeakin
on to something else , no doubtedly , detestably .
America has no regime but social lawlicy . White terror
opens with plea— a guilty putterng : Pardon , I’m saving
this seat for a friend . Pardon, could you help me find
out where I’m coming from ? Pardon , I’ve taken the
counterhegemonik turn @ 25 & am stressed by the con
of compliance . Pardon , just got caught up eavesloppin
who ever in this dive decided exactly who I might be .
Last Party; Same Tony
Spitting up on what might come of a tailgate, I tell Tony, “What is going on
is quite vivdly not like I am Elizabeth Bishop in the Harbors of Brazil, on,
‘I’d have to say, April 25th, because its not too hot & not too cold, all you need
is a light jacket!’ (In the film version, a speaker’s eyes go holey gathering
the configuration of light).
Our sex goes on like this. Us knowing. No one
knowing. Me knowing. Them throwing a ball in the place were disaster waits.
Them throwing a ball. Them cans. Them shouts. Them supporters of a single prayer
system. Them autodidactic integrates.
But that's not the point either, that Tony
& I often bottom out on the stilling of fullmoon fats, that I've made an excellent
Luckily, no one will touch me here, which, aside from being
where I hang my blackhat, is a sublurbian harbor, fan of dock fees, fond
of snapchat & essentially overdue for someone who like or look like me to help
themselves inside me ; makes me hard
to focus going forward into the folds of Tony and I’s staging of desire. Limited run.
& it is not even yet April! We have not yet met the conditions of cruelty.
This will be really fun[say Tony, on the night of], so y, Tony, are we swaying
to jahwaiian-trap under a highway overpass?
In all fairness, we do sound fun.
Having settled in for the night, the night found itself elsewhere. Prob got worked up
bout it, too. Prob clouds. Maybe police. Maybe G-dD-d / WordWord. Maybe just
try make nice. Giv’em stars. Suggest your beauty. Demand to be preserved. (In the film version,
cut to an empty fishtank filled with pebble-like amber)
But instead it's a yelling. Noise
complaint. We were heard having a fight while having a blast while partying while mixing
mixed drinks for a gathering codeless of fire’s concern. & as the lazy governance of joy
might dictate, I dipped from what other terrors might befalls the partying pedestrians.
I will not wait to find out next week.
HOW HAV I LET IN THE ERR?
I’m coolyea !
Great now !
Know how it feels to be hard
4 wat jump the circuta pleasure !
(It feels bad)
Got the note )KICKWE( [funny
-tedly] but having suffered paper
jawd submissionaries of medicine
without aide & unsuccessfully , I come to
-gether . Close. Successive suture’s been hard
on reality . It does not feel good to burn only empty
calories . Ageless disappointment ; Baffled by prix
fixe harm . I am happy
as I am abandonded
by song .
Had bread , salt , and wine ; love’s acute shelter amid ongoing loss .
Alternativelty , G-d said to Job , “I’ll tell you when you’re older . ” So here’s to the future
panic ! & I’ll call on the energy of several white women , each waiting
for their own managers , daring me do demand the exact price
sheets of forgiveness .
I meen ,, issa big deal . Party,
in the proper épistémè , but here we’ve settled
for pardon, who asks ,
How, exactly, have you been holding these 9/10ths?
How, exactly, have you entertained dis content?
DOING TOO MUCH LIGHT( , FANTASTIC ! )
Mākaha Beach, Winter 2018
Shhhkmrp into the freeze of need , where i occur
strobic , so sorry 4 any gold standardsa goodness ,
which don’t like how I’m seeing non-gmo joy . Glass
cold toast the party then drink it a ways into America’s
red eyed mourning .
There is a list of things
to forget about the beer , the nearbeer ,
the queer unfurling experience of having had come
a - top climatological light castng ; top
the Jumbotron’s earILY loud arguments for sugar ,
for the presence of sugar , for what lies shallow
of full food certification .
I’m exhausted by “light , ” then . “Fun , “ too . For all
I’ve known , every clinking smile sick on sugar . Like lite ,
like the head glare , like proximity to low cost caloric value .
I mean , the gub ’ mint will not stop shutting
up about my problems & I still need to sober up
about my problems , drive amid
my problems , & ice down
before the whole party
goes limp in choppy
morning waves .