I stare blankly at my screen
Emails, missed calls, and many mixed messages
about how I might want to fix the vestiges
of my manhood at a rooftop party tonight. I could, I should.
The light dims, the club is closing
She takes another drag of the cig
Think dangerous thoughts.
Compromising her identity comprised of pro-feminist battles and wars won.
She's going through the motions.
Going out of focus
Going through a few too many conversations, running a surplus
She’s going under, falling victim to the rat race
Tonight too busy talking to two men, too busy to tune in.
Keep on keeping on
Shooting the breeze
Shotgunning the car
Keep riding on E
Needle bouncing off the bottom but swerving with ease
Waiting for prince charming or Jason, and his coveted fleece
Phone’s lit call it L.E.D. Pull it out, use it, calling N.Y.C.
The tick-tock of his watch match the clinking of her heels
His blood congeals
L.O.V.E. running through his veins
Chardonnay in my brain
Personality so bubbly you could call it champagne
His latest art piece, he knows, needs some tinkering
But he's gotta fan the flames to keep them from flickering
To hear that these cats just ain’t listening to what he actually wants.
Do you really wanna be the one to put hand in the haystack just to find that it’s empty when you’re done?
In true verite I only did realize
I could have had it with a couple of tries
But no matter, look at myself in the mirror
Mix the paint with the pain, and the top shelf liquor.
Dark night, parked outside the only store at 2AM
Hoping to find some oxytocin get it in my head,
Gotta put me in a coma, another nightly soma,
Gordo seeking Lizzy, next evening in Roma.
Warm up, cuddle up, another zombie-like, center-melted
Chocolaty like Hekla cakes for Cenobites, passes by
Father passes by me, an abandoned wight
Little child that never died, look around and lovers leap like Hoplites
Flashing, scene too placid
Every adornment is in fashion
Every adoration betrays the tacit compassion
Humanity is in motion for its penultimate action
Here, this was the only place, where everybody knew your face
Not your name but they know everyone you’ve done, each time andplace
Each pearly painted masterpiece, you’d captured all her goldenfleece,
They said and memorandum: if you’re leaving, write a pressrelease!
And then was the day of the comet, or rocket,
Or loosed sprocket, or God, the universal pickpocket,
Or nuclear winter, that’s Vonnegut, or Ragnarök or Judgment Dayor
Some Aztec equivalent, really I’m ambivalent.
World was stripped to the core, no pretty paintedroadside no more
No knocking on doors, reduce suburban life back to lore
Except this old store, the lovers in thisparking lot
Seeking love but never finding, you and I in Camelot
Nighttime lovers increase, seek eternal release
Sheer the wool for the fleece, share the pull of my peace
Seize my nephews and niece, got this terrible lease on life, onlife, on life
No I won’t be wound up, I won’t be ground up
Like coffee beans or marijuana, I won’t be like them,
Still gotta move to where I’ve landed, all my life i planned it
Look around there’s nothing here but death and empty mansions
I think I plummeted, drums got me vomitous
sounds got me riotous, sanstoi, I’d die of this
Eschatology of a neighborhood, deadly sciences
We all entwine, apocalyptic alliances
I hit it, I spit it, I lit it, carry the torch,
My brows knitted, not breathing even, a city squealingdemons,
Prometheus unbound, I am Proteus and more,
Here I am, left alone, another nighttime store.
released August 1, 2015
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