A snake that swallows its tail eats its own
shit, said chance, while we powerwalked on a hamster wheel well the worst ideas of the march led us to a jazz bar that
had no sign but the receipt read april’s shower though we lefted as best we could we didn’t have enough fusion or weren’t organic enough so left may
bent on her car door hitting a cyclist
speeding past some kind of communist garden, we stole whole papayas on trees in food and book and rag chains and
loitered a little when sitting still in gardens but
learning nothing about good or
evil from the screens that lined each and every street, each thing with its
very own trademarked name but
wearing glasses magic underground train made it much clearer for me
you corrected my
usage and hat, begging the question is actually happens when everything sucks
because all things are
sucky, this faggy bourgey bag penance with stupid rocks ununderstood and
ununderated and my spine slumped
against the wind who, like you, tried always to prop me up, translate sad unhip
beat druggie sophistry into
some pretty self despite split spitty lips and empty rosebud cheeks frozen by freezing sailboat weather with tulip hips that enveloped me,
it remains difficult to find useful tasks to do but together we invented explict keywords yet unsearched and
avoided calling our bitter daddies, you showed me how to do the macarena and I showed you the dirty skin on my
washcloth, we slept in circles.
