Joining the lead group with
a lack of common sense
and an iPhone
playing on the remote control
i can’t help
but overhear on the tv:
a massacre in Lansing —
a sacred landslide election
recorded by electronic device —
i can’t help:
it soaks in sips
from paper cups,
it spits & swallows
you in
the living room.
it goes for the hug
on the back porch;
you still in
the living room
it don’t complain —
he don’t shiver —
you know,
i used to think
i was psychic but
now i can’t even see the floor.
you know
i used to think
a lot of things
until you
walked out the door
cause you want
at least a thousand dollars
in liquid cash
on hand
at all times
cause you’d never
leave the flock,
(you feckless fuck),
without a guarantee
you’d never leave
never leave
to join the lead group
with or without me
the rat
after he's done,
after the break up
could go
could go and write
could go and write cartoons
for the new yorker
it’s been a long time
since the last night
you didn’t cry then
so don’t cry now
which is of course
of course
in our DNA
like diplomats on vacation
like being head over knees
like giving up the finer things
for the cheese
we have come
to the streets
after the last
military would march
that wheel
house floods
phrases forked or
“to be clearer”
to expose
a business dedicated
to the proposition that
this enemy who never attacked
always stood in the way
(and it was always that way)
a mixture of
a new kind of network
and an ever-drying womb
to kiss ashes across
all that you have to do:
to ride a
car once in a while
WITH THE ENGINES
that
COME SLOWLY
and yet, to
rub one out and
admit that
it doesn’t feel good after
and yet —
took its toll
almost anticipating
and fearing —
in the shape
of words that sit
for days
we have come
(though once abundant over much)
to the streets
to the hallway of your
dormatorio
as a slug,
it seems
in the shape
that he couldn’t
come he couldn’t
come for me.
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oh,
i’m
sorry
is that
against the
law ?
i didn’t realize
t ha t y o u we r e n ’ t.
a l l o w e d
a l l o w e d to d o t h a t
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we were rich and white
before your head exploded
your whole world
you think was loaded
i know
i discovered
you're so special
cause you're dead
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in quarantine
you go crazy
morality
society
give me a break
learn to wash your face
do the dishes&
fold the laundry
you gotta have the babies
so much to do
humanity
depends on you
a profanity
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iheard that
summer is ready
when you are