i feel guilt i
didn't go visit
your sister with you but
she's not your only
family and the drama mostly
involves a person i do not
ignorant of most of
the conversation and it would be
rude of me to write as i want to
this last coupla days of the year so
though it would be perfect
to spend new years eve with you
ima be selfish like i haven't been
in years.you leave without me
after all the tile piled
high on the table is stowed
for whenever you decide you
have time to finish the bathroom
project, almost a year old
that could tear us
apart ; it frays
daily; i'd love to soak
my feet in the warm waters
promised by the tub's depth
demolition in reverse
slow motion art perfected
by a hundred mistakes,
one for each tackled day,
keeps my longing in its place
unfulfilled and therefore
o what could i
desire once i am content
in even this? i would
sink further into my sake
cave, climb higher
atop maui waui disappear
into a blue dream purple haze
won't come out for days
or until the trumpeteers come
trumpling up my steps
with signs of the apocalypse
for sale so they can sail ship
fear and loathing into
new memes and abbatoirs
designed strictly for your avatars
what seems your second to last life
becoming this one's sacrifice.
the empire strikes. not back. it strikes first. pull big brother's finger or i'll strike you. a fart in your eye or a blow to your head, you pick, boy. you know it's gotta be one or the other.
that's if you come to the empire's attention.
mostly you want to stay inside, concentrate
on social media, making the upvotes, trembling
on the downs, hoping they won't carry
too much wieght, like uncut heroin. but yea
don't sweat them. just be yourself, unremarkable
watching a vid or doing a reaction to a vid.
those are the easier ones to keep hold of. don't let them
see you hanging out on the old platforms i mean it's ok
to check it for signs of life or see if someone's
spray painted over it yet but there's still a lot of room
there's still a lot of treasure hidden in irl content
you can make a buck on. it's not that hard to keep
outa brother's way. you know they don't say that
it is disingenuous to pretend that the signs
have no meaning. everything done by intelligence
has meaning. if the meaning is randomness
itself,, the idea of random has implicit meaning
within the context of human, creator, paralax.
time for more sake. the kinder, gentler buzz.
li po how fair civilized this age
in terms of magic and comfort.
no longer must we stir \ embers,
keep coals alive. i heated
our brew on a glass top, electric current
through a piece of metal, instantly
red hot, under a tefflon pot filled with water
into which i placed a chemist's
short squat flask, similar to ones
used for catching urine during drug tests,
joyfully filled with the precursor of its normal
duty, gen ki sake: lighter fluid with a green
apple hint. i pour the heated manna
into a porcelain creamer, remarkably white
smooth as cgi. as it empties, another beaker
heats. li po, let us drink from this shot glass
a souvenier of vegas in the early teens ,
all rat pack- kitschy jetson light
welcome signsfrom time
before adult disney,
trump towers, and the eye of horus
planted in the mountains.
the empire, i'm sure, approves.
and i totally need that oxford.
we could straighten out this mess in a minute
if i just knew the time it was. the time my dear
when i'm on patrol i look
for certain things in a vehicle.
if the windows are dark, maybe or a
tag light out. honestly i get so much
more out of those kind of stops
creeps that want to spout some miranda
shit they learned online, that's when
i'ma get a twofer at minimum
i keep em there, waiting for the k-9
which never shows of course i don't
tell them they're under arrest so miranda
doesn't count that's where they
are the fools, they could drive off but
the more guilty they are the more likely
they'll stay, try to call a bluff that was
a full house, aces straight, dumbass.
like, duh, didn't you see the star?
who you think you fuckin with , sir.
i will wear you down, and find
probable cause in your simple denial
while i search for the overlooked parking ticket warrant
that makes you my bitch now,
the courts have ruled it so, MAGA!
if you stare at them, in this font
at this distance it's like meteor showers
bearing a message from god.
your perspective may differ.
not responsible for deviations from consensual reality
let the lawyers sort it out.
god could sue.
two hours later i get a text
from your daughter
that you are finally on the way.
a trip to gramp's house later i wager
there was something about a swing
and a borrowed camp chair.
we can't have dad driving the streets
with only one eye. jesusQ christmas
why don't the cops do their jobs?
i just hope he's home before nightfall.
i know he can't see out of those sunglasses
in the dark. oh father we pray. we really do.
the sake begins to call us home.
signifies nada. nientroista, null. voice . coupled with void, voce
and she screams again in the night, all terrors
and mommy where's your raven breast?
all fairy tales end dismally. with an ever after.
yeah. more sake