THE REST IS NOISE
“When you’re black & blue it’s time
to take a holiday.”
for Darragh Park
Hey little flutter in mon coeur, I
stand alone
in some grief-sponged shadow & nap
in the halfway
Hamptons house of a phantom loving embrace.
I want to be an anime andro-angel, to
go on
as a balmy robot would be indelicate
I’m thinking.
I am not a reformer but I am not allied
with pain anymore.
I am a str8 boi in the arts who has
discovered & admitted
I cannot control who loves me & who
never will.
I have learned I must live without this
*love*
to avoid bruising everyone I touch. I
will live on
whey protein & great masterful
music is the plan.
A H2O-draftsman of faint lawns turned
me on
to Rufskin jeans with the cheeks cut
out
& The Band & the safety fail of
leaving
milkweed to freeze with 2 serious
ladies out back.
This dreamy blade eats only carbs &
lives alone
on iced ginger beer, urging me to close
my eyes
during a “time out” & float into a
sour-milk classroom
under the hirsute anthems of Giacento
Scelsi.
Aw, shucks, dearheart, you know I’d
love to but I’m just
listening on a 4th grade level these dayz
-- Truck Darling
