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