distance dementia dogtown arbor
wishing lovers lying fallow fun time showering else always flowering if to the
coons drawn snarls till the blue churls churn in clouds of misting fire
temperance flies too long and too low for the casual death of dark dreams and
silly themes friends to no king but the fallen man in the government hospital
bed forgotten and left alone with his neglected newspaper route lie left in
strangers’ eyes lies made and left behind on the bus strange ways of passing
time of ticking down the silent seconds where we should have been screaming and
beaming our uniqueness to billboards on mars and pluto and to strange shapes
glimpsed on titan where the sleepers wait to lives full of delicate gross
expression to speed and insult to the animal who urinates on your trees in the
middle of the night to the dark ships seen in the brief lighthouse eye adrift
and drifting in toward this rocky shore what comes for us what comes for just
them what will be my sole pain to be unshared unsaid befallen forgotten
destroyed remember reborn and thrust back down again I see the electron glow in
the people’s eyes their claw like hands clutching the ilife, the good life of
berserk infamy the disassembly of the powers of being human the bright
knowledge retained the language thick and meaningful dropped down the level of
closed captioned cats without pause without punctuation without intention or
apology for foresight or hindsight or dreams thought of with originality but
only dropped down to reboots and lack luster scandals of vamps and charlatans
bring me the alien invasion the evil great foe the world war of clean black and
white and easy animosity bring me the survival story of our forefathers and our
grandchildren anything but this post post post modern banality of this endless
wait at the Godot bus stop give me the old testament destruction and judgment
give me the trouble and the sacrifice the heroic choices and the life of legend
make me brave and inconsolable make me the invisible desperate man who cannot
abide the lies and masks of this diluted civilization give me rockets up ship
go give us a frontier a different tier something beside the reality tiara of
shinning stupid celebrities and endless internet villains drop kick me jesus
into a world devoid of spell check a world measured once again in honor and
truth and mug me for these silly nostalgias I never had make me able to wait
for the present to arrive and to close my eyes to the future canceled by the
past make this my final hour before I ask for another alm make me human make me
human give me trees and let me kill and create and burn my masterpieces before
they’re made I will I will fill this bucket with my own brains if it means
plugging in a circsaw and then fingers of dream and rivulets of meat as ever
there was
