Making this made today one of the oddest days of my life. I completely intertwined my personal life with my artistic vision in such an odd manner. It made things ‘real’ ‘unreal’ and ‘unreal’ ‘real.’
The makeup of shared face balance, talky talky all the time, that is what empowers me to shine shine shine. Repetition notwithstanding, you should fear me in my effervescent firey up and outs. Here is where I repeat that phrase in creative manners: the manner of taking you in a bear hug and cooking you flimemorial sense; the manner of taking you along to threeat my coo coo; the manner of simply saying no. This, being non-sensireal-ity, shall share its nature with the you who will listen up and up.
I imagine the silliest things.
10 minutes
A struggle to compare
Yesterday
So so reflection
Ho ho dee doo
Odd
This, yes, this is Sonnet 141.
I long to figure out what exactly I am doing. This, helps…?…I think.
I sit here, still as a beetle, and write during a morning sup. My lovers will spurn me for what I will write. To presage my confession with kindness will not lessen the madness the sparkly sweet ones will feel, so I will out with it: I did not eat lunch; instead, I paid for piano lessons. This, that phrase, leaves me with a naked patience, the type that wanders aimlessly noting serpentine metaphors on love.
She, like others before her, and those to come, quit the scene of my mind. Is it due to a quirk in my melancholy that I do not care? If only the pain would last. How to sustain it? It’s harder than it sounds, but–
YOU DO IT ALL THE TIME.
Excuse me. Mental toot there.
Hab hab hab
Hab hab hab
Hab hab hab
Hab hab hab
hab hab hab – it
Like a straw barrel
Make make make
Make make make
Make make make
Make make ma-k-it-st-op
Ahhhhh
Ahh
Ahhhh
Ahhhhhhh
Shit
Cereal is soggy
Cereal is soggy
Cereal is SOGGY
All because
3 days ago
I bought it
These fake
Fake Flakes
Simply cannot be
Organic
Nor Magic
Organimagical
Not today
May we
Cherish
Our
Boogers.
That (above):
Was brought
To you
By fear.
This:
that we
love,
by hate.
We are
perfect.
(As long as
We don’t play
Too many
Video games.)
God that
Is hard
To say.
This one time
I’ll think this
And the next
I’ll think that
And it’s true
When they meet
And it’s not
When they don’t.
I am imperfect.
Soooo imperfect.
But if I’m IMPERFECT
Then what are YOU?
Life is so funny.
You cannot love others
Unless you love yourself.
HA!
Easier said than done.
That the world
All sleepy weepy
That the night
Goes away
Need not sun
To embrace
It is
That which
Together–
Fate at dawn
Fate at dusk–
That shows
Us
Nothing
Rusty
Comes
Label it ‘Shit’
Show it ‘Around’
Throw it ‘Away’
Pacifically smile
And go away
Or
No use
Pretending
I
Didn’t
Die
When you said, “No.”
I didn’t,
But that is
Besides the
Death.
Before I blink
Before I start that
Endless clicking
Before the
Tremors set in
And I wiggle around
In the pretend mush
Of friendsoup
I would like to
Claim the right to
Bargain with
Pain
The moment a made-how mystery:
I didn’t want to look
‘Cause then I’d see the truth of it
And it might confirm me hurt.
But I finally did it;
It is what I thought:
That payment to keep me in check
Was just another ploy
To keep me in hock.
Capitalized Interest:
You’re ugly
And yet so cute.
I want to be so you.
I’m saying this to make you angry
I’m putting into writing to make it permanent
I want you to know how much I hate you
I desire you to know how much I loathe you
The morning of
If you don’t have anything at all to say
Say something not nice