Wears fat the only-so-much factor.
No solid concept handles us
carried so far as to stay over
unexpectedly. Are the most insightful
moments between people to count
for anything if undocumented?
Chili dogs at Katz’ after midnight
and Nathan’s sixteen hours later.
Beyond repair. Hole poked wiffle
ball staring crooked. Name the cracks
in the stairs. To get far. Curious music
to have a drill drilling in the mouth
to. Leak off a light fixture and name
yourself jailer. Attack of no one.
Catapults, metaphysical catapults
with fireballs of burning reserve
notes, and appletinis rolling
up to these walls. Wah wah.
But can we finally say we did
a good job and sign off? Isn’t it tiring
to push all these heads back down
over and over? Maybe I just need
to assume someone is always there.
Behind every act of willful or witless
self-humilation a pathos yearns to
be exploited. First I gotta thank God,
in the foxy red dress. Give it up God.
Maybe I don’t really see those heads
levitating. A little bit of fist pump
crawling through a Right Whale’s artery.
Marble memo in pocket. Any of The
Clear at any point helps. I’m susceptible,
I think, to overdoing it behind some
genial stoic front. Don’t let it sit down
old pal. Laughs. Climb up the chain
to lean for affection. I’d not mind
your eternal looking away if it had
a better cover, like joy. We rake one
another with meatball heroes. Make it
so. “It” doth protect me from
the deliberate and the said.
If, in fact, a fearsome progress.
Let us sample protection together.