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
uhh, this is not poetry, this is more like contemporary art.all lines are good but when you put them all together, it's not really going anywhere.don't you think?
Posted by: Al | July 28, 2009 at 10:03 AM