Made In Florence

i sit for a little blonde girl
who is exactly that
meet lessons before teaching them, i suppose
i fear the best
with reasonable expectation for it to materialize in full, miserable glory

Dust Future

nobody held in hand
moreover, nothing
freed of hubris
back to S26

Shell

they can always make you leave
and never come back
death is misunderstood
don't speak of since passed stars
until you are contextually permanent, also

How To Knit

"no, of course not"
i want to get you a drink
just water
your lips seem dry
i could explain the chet baker
i already tried
is that my in
it's ruined anyway
my luminescence erased
what follows is surgery, surely
you remember

Mollusk State

redundancy
my intrinsic instinct
what days to live over
resources abound

/radio silence

Circles

/
my mother likes to say that there's dancer in me
but, there's nothing in me
i exist out of the universe's indifference to my being
i may never die
simply for my danger's total disinterest
/
the drive, the talent
(things i lack)
humility, support
(why i have jack)
rhyming is lame
eventually i will have some of the things that i lack
inevitably, a scar, a car, a certificate of death
invariably, options
ostensibly, irony
/
take what you need
for i shan't use it where i'm going
just her
and a flower bed
the appeal of a flowered bed has passed
and i've come upon the horizon

you are every animal there is
i am not the hunter that we both occasionally presume myself to be
an identity would be too flattering
notoriety serves me better

Themes

disinterest is meant to be passive
i imagine this might be lost on you as well
i burn moths with cigarette butts
the sadism of such an activity, surely, presents itself ably
i'm jealous of your wings
but they're getting dusty
and i've lit another
it is my secret
it is your weakness
consider your motivation

0 To 100

i use "i", "you" and "her" too much
yeah, pronouns
i think it's because i listen to drake so much
somebody's gotta do it
so, you know, i'm just here for the bucks and the phillies
the fuck are you still doing here
i don't have any use for you
all i want is her

Deadweight Yossarian

hanging on by the arm in search
sum
alert to all in front
gross intent
large gross
cumulative gross
aggregate
tunnel vision, or, hallway vision
clatter behind
red no herring
something darts as you spin
again
and again
you dizzy
and eventually tire
you found me

Hypotheticals

if you could see through walls you'd walk into them all the time
if you had smaller feet you'd need new shoes
if you read the book you'd hate the movie
if you had a dog as a child you'd be burying it now
if you knew the answer the question wouldn't matter
if you cut grass with scissors you'd know how the world screams
if you could swim further you'd paddle too far and drown
if you knew what people wanted you'd give it to them
if you had the courage to do it you'd feel differently
if you could kill, you'd know
if looks could kill, yours wouldn't
if you were more than a thought you'd think such terrible things about me
if you could hurt me you'd have me
be careful what you wish for