"A poem is never finished, only abandoned." Paul Valery 


REFUGE IN ANCESTORS AND RARE CHILDREN, AND THE BURDEN SOME OF ARTISTRY.

NO ONE READS ANYMORE
NO ONE HAS ANYTIME FOR POEMS ESPECIALLY,
-- -- "BOUVARD AND PéCUCHET,"  FLAUBERT, CULTURE
POEMS ARE THE DUST OF THE COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUS 
OF WHAT WAS. CRY SOME WHERE ELSE WITH YOUR WORDS,
MAKE A NEW CHEMICAL REACTION WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD. PILLS OF MINERAL DUST.
WHAT IS GOLDEN IS NOWHERE, NOTHING IS COOL, BE A LIKE, SEEK TO BE NOTHING BE OR BE NO ONE. KEEP YOUR TEARS IN A PLASTIC BAG HIDDEN IN A LOCKED BOX IN YOUR CLOSET. TELL YOUR MATE IT IS AN OLD PART OF YOURSELF, YOU DO NOT NEED ANYMORE. WHAT YOU NEED IS LOVE LIKE YOU ONCE DID. DRIVE INTO THE WRECK THAT IS YOUR LIFE WITH THE INTENSITY YOU SEEK IN YOUR LOVE MAKING THAT IS RESIDUAL LUST, EVEN HALF-HEARTED. WHAT YOU NEED IS TO MAKE SOMETHING OF NOTHING (YOURSELF).



YOU ARE JUST WATCHING THE PAINT DRY,
LIKE YOU, THE JOB IS FINISHED.
LIKE LIGHTNING, 
YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN THE ONE
PLACE WHERE GOD WANTS TO KILL YOU,
AT THE END OF THE WORN PATH.
THE PHONE MAY RING, 
BUT YOU ARE JUST SITTING QUIET.
SITTING AT A PARTY WITH PEOPLE 
YOU DONT KNOW, YOU ARE IN THE CORNER . 
DOES ANYONE EVER  WAKE UP 
IN A BORING VISION WHILE SLEEPING, SWEATING?
YOU NEED AN ENEMY, YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW
TO LIE, QUIT FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE WITH YOUR
FELLOW CITIZENS, BRING DEATH TO BEING PEACE. 

Natasha Iacowleva was my best friend growing up, she was poisoned while with me, we were six. We both drank ink from a pen like we had read in a poem. She we found out was very allergic. The last memory of her was the memory of us both laughing with black ink all over our mouths. 

I made this while I was soaking in the apple juice I made from my grandfathers apple tree. It was all fresh. I put acorns on the bottom to press hard against my back and thighs, to give me pain, to think about those apples being ground hard, pressed up against the force of the hard metal. I was wet everywhere. This was stupid and daring, to have electronics so close to water, plus it all ended with me being very sticky. 

IT'S 
LOO-EE 
'PAH-GAWN

FAY-SA-BOOK
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