Quarry

it is physically suffocating at times

to be so very far

far from meaning

asphyxiated, i fetishize

not all boys grow up to be so spectacularly mundane as i

of course, they simply don't realize their potential

let me offer my testimonial,

that from a man not in a photograph, but of it

and hope for posterity to fill in my foreground

i am in a quarry in austria
a fantastically gray and blue and green divot in the countryside
of Mauthausen
which is a concentration camp in another time
it is hard to believe that sound exists here, save for the crickets and frogs
this is a place a mind would do well to wander to
maybe you could do better

/coughs

Rimbaud is off in the corner making a fresh pot of coffee
all the coffee is fresh here
Rimbaud is off in the corner making a pot of coffee
yesterday i saw an old friend and apologized for my insensitivity
not in that order
i'd like to go see the tree that's kept its leaves despite the chill
but i don't want to seem a tourist
in the end it will be, was, my lack of urgency
Doris Day had, has, something to say, maybe
my guess is as good as yours, simply not as available
won't commit suicide so as not to look foolish when it goes on clearance
that was a quarter-truth half-metaphor
that was facetious
but nothing is, to stoics
facetious, that is
was, i should have said
but it wasn't, won't
cigarettes are a metaphor for life, not death
and i don't look like that guy at all
i'm short a quarter now, then

High Rise (pay no mind)

i'm sorry i was so content to sit on the peripheries of your universe
i was concerned with lesser goddesses
on the bright side, we made it to this point in the end
what about those years we missed
there's been a love story every day of our lives together and
every photographer and guitarist you fucked before me was a page in flames
i love that smell
there's fire, and a somber saxophone, i think
and we can't see the milky way, good
my remorse is a formality

Ugh, More Politics

we have the facts!
and we're voting, yes
it's our civic duty, they told us

Election Day

now that that's over
four more years! of romance
even congressmen find love
between the margins of their bills
speaking of margins, i meant to compliment your smile earlier
i nearly said "i want to fucking kiss you"
figured it was vague
what's that? oh, margins
the way i reasoned, to introduce any such sentiment of attraction
would be marginalizing the vastness of your eroticism
i know it isn't the perfect word
but then, you must be a little weary of perfection
given your german ancestry and all
oh, wait