collasping into this moment

i think a lot about the past
because the stars imply it
if science has its way.

everyone alive on every planet
surrounding any star's light
in the sky tonite


i can't say it in the way i want.
mybe it's just morning brain freeze

maybe i need to get high.























*()(*


in other words
you could be dead
last night driving home
in the wee darkness
eyes falling over themselves
suv turned upside down
because i don't believe
that we will be
so one way or another
the past will serve
to destroy us.
























()_+()*



this boy is leaving soon
he wants me to say man
but i don't know if he's gotten there yet
and maybe by me calling him boy
i keep him distanced enough
to not believe in that again.

























*(_(&*







i'm smoking jack's weed again
because i can't find mine.


i'm such a stoner.



















()*





what this moment
has going for it
is that i'm not dead in it.


i will move on thru it
retaining the shape of the vortex
remaining in it because it's eternal.

a star gave out some light
people on a planet lived in it
it moved on, this light, traversing
dark matter being swallowed
by time and distance. it flows
into my eyes on a coldish november night
brighter than summer, more present
in the air's absence of water.
the people warmed by this light
are dead if they have a human lifespan.

they can't even live on my memory
only in my imagination
but that isn't real.
conjured beings on xiudau
whimsical shapes on klaatu
imaginary social systems on qyrrrty
delusional lovers of earth.

























(*&&&^^














trade show secrets and honorary mentors
line the reception hall. someone important
is coming, someone with an ear tuned
to the radio color of a nebula.

the stark darkness and the eye
which paints it.


the talent show waits
a curling tail , piggy and chrysanthemum.

why not make a fool in front of the tarot deck.
watch myself from behind your mask
impossible and fattening
wrinkling and chatteling.


the live we would lead
a fife of a life
the promise of naught
in spite of the strife.



















*(&



as in every morning i should
get dressed to leave in less
than 12 minutes. i'm sorry i haven't
been speaking to your
poems i haven't been
much lately
winding
down
to
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