LIFET
LIVYTH
Speaking
backwards to the dog because I know he understands. My nephew’s mother is not
here, I have not seen her again this year. My own mother took me to a 3D movie
yesterday and the megastore today while I played albums in both directions.
Tea, incense, and songs are in a sense ideal timers.
My
room is a portion of the family room separated by a folding screen. This is
where I am while I’m here but this time maybe it’s not just a place, because I
don’t have one, not one I expect to return to. Now this is a home within a
home, up and away and so removed. I am taken care of at unknown expense.
I’m
rough at the neck without razors and well fed so I have a state of
concentration. Men and women are not my concern as I deal with neither, only warm
reflections and microscopic fundamentals.
My
time has come and settled in darkness. I miss no one I never realize, I am not
actually concerned when it all is such a joke. Nobody pays attention if they
don’t care, if they don’t feel like it. Right place, right time to remember
something someone else wrote down. I will never get in because I’m not out, my
variable presence is so thoroughly misunderstood because it seems cheap. It is
cheap. It’s redundant, cliche and stupid, thoughtful regurgitated depressing
hogwash fuckall bestial lovely plainclothesman, synchronized organisms.
April
May
I’m in a
fictional relationship, with a beautiful fictitious girl. She reminds me of the
spring, just before the world becomes unbearable again. Her voice melts as I speak
to her, the flame invisible that burns us up alive. Self fulfilling immolation.
My being is meaningless without her, without her love, respect and
understanding, without her eyes of slaughter, meeting mine. I am entranced at
the peak of inspiration, a loss of worlds at the landscape of rolling shoulders
and shadows. Join us now in unending focus, where attributes and properties are
ours alone. We have sought recognition in those that say no, we have impressed
upon them our undying passion, remaining thrill of mechanics. Did they send me
here to win her, because the cost is great. I have only everything to lose,
tripping and falling all expenses paid. I do not want to share our warmest
secrets, suspended in splendor with shady wings magnificent. I don’t because I
can’t, defeating purpose and meaning. I’ve lost my way into hiding, her
exploits are the skyscraper pinnacle of life and all exuberant nature. It only
hurts to be away while I can, while I can stomack it, because I’ve learned to
starve my human spirit, the one who endured those years of abuse and darkness
for benefit, profit. We vibrate together wherever we are, undeniably, from the
core of hope and belief. I only ran away when she did, I cried when it rained,
the day she left. Its okay, we’ll find each other some tomorrow, its not a
trick. They want what’s best for you and me. It’s impossible to detail such
exquisite design tonight. I am not tired, I’ve simply realized myself as the
dreamer, only sleeping for her.
COMING FOR GRANTED
“I wrote the book on time travel”
I can’t believe
that people are still concerned with their comfort, that the world is still
flat but not quite a square yet.
Everything
happens for a reason, especially discord. When I am strung up and out at least
I know there’s still strings that hang to be pulled.
If there’s
anything I’ve learned from the sting it’s that you should never trust a marx. I
don’t know the difference between a moustache, but distractions come in all
shapes and sizes. If you’re not a bad guy or a good guy then you’re not a main
character. People often ask me how I expect to make a living, or money for that
matter, because making a movie is expensive. But time is money and it’s all
about who you know, regardless of cliche. The truth is, all of us are victims
of embellishment, while many if not most are victims of linguistics.
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