Sofa // Living

Ok, Ready?

Wait wait wait wait

Turn it, turn it

No, the other way,

Right right

No, my right, not your right

Ok, right

No, I mean, you're doing it right

Waitwaitwaitwhatareyoudoingwhatareyoudoing?

You were doing it right

Go back go back

Ok, ok - listen, listen

Ready? You've got it. Just push - yes, keep doing it keep doing it

Push! Push! Push it through you've almost got it!

Oh no,

It's stuck

Wait, I was wrong,

Sorry, sorry

Start over.

Yes, I'm serious.

Look, you asked me to help. I'm HELPING.

This is what you sound like

While you watch me push my life

Through your door.

Blam Blam

Poppin' off like a Kalashnikov.

Holy // Saturday

Lets make it - Saturday;hands in clay
and Create
Like deities
Bored with studies and ready
For a little field research
Just a few parameters to
eek out a few variables
A world of constants, if just for a moment -

Lets
break out the communion wine
Wear some secret handshakes
Club pins, white trim
We can-)
Walking around arm in arm
Chanting// bowing// greeting// knowing//
Flashing ourselves, daring
,darling - we could


Because ({beauty makes us willing
Because
I can use such
Archaisms,
because I love you enough
To make a fool of myself, with that history
Yes, I can use that, too

Our observations?
Endless pages on black bald
Highway//One long feather//On an indigo ruffled crow
Thieving a stare at us//from us
as we pass
Under convenience store CCTV
Loving, arms looping,-
Rather, I really like you,
my
)[{Saturday}](

But these things we want
maybe we want them
To say them umm directly --- uhh, umm
nonono// What I really meant to say was <<<<<<<<

Instead, we get lost in long grasps
Of color and breath -
beauty makes us willing
and
Results, lovely results
Satisfied
As we like to have
on these Holy Saturdays/

Stupid // Boy

Fuzzed out man, FUZZzed out on some timbales
Miami
That kind of Caribbean schwagggerr that rings
Like - ;
Like through hangovers
Like -;
convenience store door
Bells.

Vitality?
What can I say about killing vitality?

Here we see a lad,

Y'know- myself,

-Being so privileged to say"fuckitwelllllll
there goes
That neighborhood, and that neighborhood, and that one"
All while I'm -
I've got my Pointed finger gun
wagging and winking
Smoking whole generations of vitality - yeah!
Whole minutes
The dumped nuclei of so many chances for
New.

The New being vitality, of course.

Preyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy -

Hinder//hosen

//I'm waiting for my friends,

charles, jack, al and bill - all of them coming to my party -
(listen

I never gave a shit about the fucks, but I'll tell you one thing
I have had enough exposure to them - I take responsibility for every kind of
pat on the back they burden me with
some reminder - I know it means something horrific
when they praise me
because I am still alive,

That I am one of them, one of them, one of them.)

//It's 5 in the morning -

and I'd rather blame//murder// implicate you

the reader. You insidious, alive thing - you Neilsen mini-set meter

monitoring

EVERYTHING.//

Less // More

//It is only because I am not made of a single noble fiber,
That I prey on they weak, to supplant my own weakness -

The strong, the forthright
They terrify me.

With their,

Accountability, and mores -
Archaic things, boring obstacles
Heavy for one as frail as I.

//What I wouldn't give for a flawed mistress,
A slighted girl,
One who has as much beautiful misery
To release and reveal -
I revel in those things, because
Sharing is something
I never did or do.

//Allowing the company of another mind
Is still
So novel to me.

Lust // Loss

//Worst is inexplicable lust -

It resides as a singularity within the soul - a hole not unlike Hawkings'- from which nothing, not even light, can escape.

Whose spectral fingers, running along spinal bone, beg and beckon and berate.

"Give me more, give me more."

"What do you want?"

Just more. Anything. More.

//I am not immune. I am the context for these lewd statements.

I want bra straps of heady self-intoxication to snap under my fingers like ribbons at groundbreaking ceremonies.

I want hot sighs from cracked jewel lips to flood every canal dug deep within me, in eddies of gold - yeah, I want Ego orgasm, and I'm saying that out loud, not putting it in humble pie cellophane wrap and offering it up for sale to the quietest, most hard-working, vengeful nerd fantasy camp.

//I want some disco shit.

I want more because I feel I deserve it.

But I don't know why.

Dance // Now

//Most vitalizing and most deadly is pride.

Like all the most dangerous and beautiful things, it resides in a high, ominous place.

To climb into the aether, to touch that holy taboo - many would spend an eternity in chains for one fondle, one grope.

So why do so many bypass this climb and champion a fettered life?

//Acceptance of circumstance - humility - is the only true obstacle.

Every church that worships humility and the "essence" of the everyman has thrashed this world of vision.

No more.

//Man, an ever-evolving torrent of identities, must never revere homogenization.

The prideful individual - a production of sameness and difference - must throttle past the tyranny of gravity.

Because settling is just, well, the most terrifying thing any individual can do.

//Get up. Let's dance.