Victim: The experience was nothing short of scrumptious. I love how he took me out of my comfort zone. How chic. Criminals can never have too much jewelry.
Perpetrator: I could have been more intimidating. My mind wandered. I was too busy thinking about our two destinies becoming one singular path.
Nearby building: The whole thing was tedious. I prefer chalk outlines to people.
Where your hurt feelings receive neither apology nor acclaim
Where people hunger for more than red herring
Where all of the stifled facial expressions are forced to confront one another
(but only for lack of cellphone reception)
Where demons cannot be held at bay nor itches scratched
A place where your voice fits in my ear no better than my foot fits in your ass
Where the urgency w/ which we put on each new mask is less abt hiding than it is abt hoping that the mask is still warm from when someone else wore it last
It’s the exit that everyone passes on their way to Otherwise
A world of convenience where children are born w/ their spirits already broken
Where even a generation lacking moral compass knows enough abt Compromise to measure the distance b/w hippies & hipsters
Where not even a million internets could get me to hold your hand
Where those who haven’t been LOL’ed to sleep by the incessant hum of human activity still sing the blues
A world where adjectives & adverbs modify nothing, since everyone is fashionably obstinate
Where the Numbers always win because even your indifference has been calculated
Where we need only two dimensions to placate one another
All is for the Beast in this the only world that is currently available
Where we dream of a discrepancy b/w worlds brave & new & a grt big pile of neverending Suck.
Levity sticks out its cruel yet unimposing beige tongue reminding us all that unprotected sex works just as well as a pie in the face or slipping on a banana peel
Did I really wait 35 yrs to hear this old man farting in my bathroom?
Just yesterday at work old woman on a walker was leaving the men’s room w/ an embarrassed albeit relieved expression
“I went through the wrong door.”
She should’ve opened all of them.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Busy dying
It’s too bad we’re no good w/ names
when it no longer matters what is being adorned
when we cum together but always wake up alone
Busy being born
learning to add on fingers too fat for counting
behind a veil of lead
according to an evolution that favors blk holes
That he not
does Schrodinger’s cat share the values of his/her master?
The reason to be embarassed watching the white kid play the black kid is the reason to cringe when your daughter dreams of vampires & the reason you only put the words of others in your mouth & spent your best years chasing reflections of reflections which is the reason that builds nations of people not admitting that not even your best friend or your own mother or your very own partner can hurt where you hurt how you hurt & there isn’t a damn thing any of us can do about that.
Anything less tangible would lack the gravity to make our world so deliciously flat
Judge! Jury! Executioner!!
Sculptor of comfort zones
Architect of paradigms & status quo
The soft squishy world of Meritocracy shall be our foundation
The only remaining distinction being that of 1 & 0
Their lives will be like those hardly noticeable lines in the background of a masterpiece
They will want no more than to accentuate.”
And so on. The others were careful to control their facial expressions as they watched the man kneeling on the asphalt give the dilapidated building an impressive erection.
A*a* would describe scenes like this to people on the street but no one believed him. “When’s the last time you saw the horizon?” No answer. Stockholm syndrome he called it when the dark places in your head become part of the landscape. But no one listens when they’re comfortable. He didn’t help telling them he had apotemnophilia. “I am God’s little flower,” he said during his spot on Search for the Real. “He loves me. He loves me not.” **am was a working man after all.
Neither of her parents was thinking abt the other one the night that she was conceived. Everyone agreed that she had done well for herself after a childhood spent looking for the hand that wasn’t holding a cellphone.
S: “So you have a pretty unique success story. How did your spiritual quest lead you to being the host of Search for the Real?”
E: “Well, I met A*** in Nepal, where we were both doing a bit of soul-searching. We decided that, much like the tree in the forest, our search was irrelevant if it wasn’t being narrated.”
X: “?”
S: “Did you find what you were looking for?”
E: “Our show is less abt trajectory & more abt feelings.”
X: “?”
Off-camera, she connects the dots.
“It looks like soot. Only I can see it. Some of us are completely covered in it, while others just have spots here & there.”
