between boredom and shock we oscillate
gods and I
lodged inside the phrase "end to end"
with attraction and resistance
suppositions and same pages
a glowing green exit sign busy at its frigid vigil
posits through another sort of pointlessly
gorgeous coastal afternoon, music by james ferraro
blinkered and ratchety from a lifetime of norcal cannabis
and the lame doom of state school student debt
excesses of ellipses distinguish
you whose drones opened wide
a mouth to whisper this
boxing phonemes from hot cogitations
licked insanely by daylight
through senile and skin-tight distances
the finest life is turned into insipid fiction pretty quickly
cloudless blue upper place wherein sun disappears everywhere
the universe is fine it has its place is all I'm saying
a piece of coffee linking me to sleep
