2010 RLT
As we sat there
sore silent
the whores swaggered syncopated we
melted in plastic
spastic pretension
too good for this
and too good for claiming “too good for this” but
mistaken all around andthe
holes in tights tightly held
sinew lace lust
lace- we mistook them
for busted ballerinas
busty bitchy livid tense lived
in tents
digesting laughing mess.
As we
stay awake for hours
remember when stale mouths, incongruent
spat dilemna rancid absolutes and thus
wound us into single eurythmic heart and thus
we beat, beat up, beaten
In the beginning
everything was ok (I guess)
basic, beat, bullshit but
at it’s best- beautiful
basically ok (I guess)
Wondered:
once everything is added subtracted multiplied divided I’m left with nothing right?
(write it down, I guess)
scrawl tall worn words dead ink central page, book bound mess
homebound, impounded,
beginning right or
wandering backward
as the earth spins left?
