it’s an open question -
can you ever be something new
or were the seeds buried beforehand
waiting deep inside of you?
if both shoes fit, then wear them
but they’ll still press you to choose
the science of the islands,
the god of endless blue
i was playing counting crows
long before someone broke my heart
but was not ready, no
i was not ready, no
spend childhood waiting to grow up
to find you only are young once
then you’re forever old
now you’re forever old
call out, white night
a movement sitting still
more adult nursery rhymes
another ant fire drill
your body was your ally
until you were betrayed
the immeasurable distance
the eyes behind the face
farewell to my rearview youth
a stairwell to an empty roof
i can’t tell when the goalposts moved
you have to be the last one
who escapes unharmed and whole
not the nameless knifed abruptly
before the opening credits roll
it clarifies with distance
but they’ll press you to stay close
drift deeper into madness,
drift silent on a floe
some supernova for a moment
then recount it all life long
they cannot move on
they cannot move on
i can’t read my older writing
without biting through my tongue
who is all this for
who is all this for
(freedom shakes)
double square brackets and lumpen sunkenship
cut placid face with no growl
a long knife in the sternum
superstar unison duet
on pyrite coast
driving by a carwreck looking for blood
no courage and mixed doubles
ground-penetrating radar, above-ground pool
the emptiness of a satirist
surpassed by the truth’s darkness
art is useless.
the feeling will dampen with time
like a shadow on a wave
the flowing infinite dark beckons
all pens filled with invisible ink
rock bottom prices
cat eyes shining in the shoulder
shadows sliding across the dashboard
down broadway on pilloried feet and no sleep
and layout-invalidated heart
waiting for the dead audience to awww,
gut full of shot fish.
brown dots raining from the back of my eyes
each letter means time
stretch for the next vine
black lock.
razorblade eye.
with time you may grow to love
what you once despised
brimful on the 45
arguing with a single lemming
the hot dead sun is at its apex
(freedom shakes)
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