Stark

The brain, like the earth, lies in layers.

Floaters dart and punch. I see the field.

My face stays numb. Keep your eye on the target.

Click the button when a light appears.

Last night I read “So little evidence is left

of what had vanished.” I can’t always follow directions.

-Patrica Kirkpatrick

Foreign creatures crawling through the night

Stepping over mismatched cobblestones

wincing at wicked mixtures and empty dance floors

wandering up steep stairwells 

opening into noise

Forgotten Draft

Take me where I'm too weary
We drink what we baptize,
what is 61.8% of ourselves
sit, pray, do nothing,
be the evil that hides in our throats

Older Than Me

age makes a margin of us all:

the days line up with square edges

we forget the names of our dolls

and the birds no longer conjure

thoughts of whistling nannies

our children will always hear
romantic tales of distant years
our gilded age
may come and go
our crooked dreams will always glow
-The Walkmen

Dying Medium

We touch backhands for warmth,

Fuzzy-bodied earthlings

Relying on the weather and

Texting through sound

Swarm the scene

pack rocks in your pockets

and don't listen too closely

to the music

Death stands above me, whispering low

I know not what into my ear;

Of his strange language all I know

Is, there is not a word of fear

-Walter Savage Landor

New Age Rage

It's no use trying to be clever--we are all clever here; just try to be kind--a little kind

-Dr F.J. Foakes Jackson

Black table blue chairs the roundness of things

How corners shoot bad energy into your hips

And airflow is why my grandma lived past 100

Crystals, flax seeds, acai, 0 emission vehicles

Prayer beads mass produced in china

Don’t eat meat, smoke weed

Green gumbling grumpkins growing in the garden

(Which we document on tumblr)

Avoid lipstick, sunscreen, and razors

Cry for Africa, then smash bugs

Slap a sticker on the plastic

Withstand the heat

Smoke strangers cigarettes while

Carrying hand sanitizer

Wear slippers, bail shoes, roll up your jeans, grow a beard, comb your hair just like grandpa did.

Punkrock then folk then electro

now disco disco disco

‘There is nothing like how it used to be,

Back when we were cool.’

Languish

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about... like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. -Fitzgerald

in time, time will come again

pull it's drawstrings over our heads and make everything solid, shadowed.

'rememory' curling itself on the grass or howling from the parking lots

until we are left with empty space full of weight.