on the paved & indentured
forest floors
of steel & glass
we
fight ourselves
to death & back
with devil toys
from the fire sale
of
retired gods
eager to boost
their
diminishing
pension
in their
knee rug
gin cafe
twilight days
tv
is
a murmur in the background
a wallpaper whitenoise
ratsnot dribble
and these dumb days
its
proof of Life
~
i am not tuned into the right frequencies
( dials jammed on 1979 )
for its hamfist subliminal shopping prompts
and
i
dont
need
a new sofa or copycat hatchback
every
weekend
anyway
do i ?
~
anyway
as long as i can just lay here
just lay
stretched and still
floating
in
my
own
still water
for an indefinite while
its all pretty much ok with me
~
proof of World / Life
is
a muffintop of information
corporate drool
in
a
coffee bucket
wait -
information ? more like
windows left open
on a 21stC
bedlam
or a future museum exhibit
demonstrating and lamenting
our
moneymind
whitegood
techturd
gurning
faux-need
~
so
i
lay
i stretch out
tv on -
just a shitty kind of weather
stretched out
listening to the water pipes cough
and the hooves
of tiny horses
running in there
stretched out
listening to her in the kitchen
making a pie
singing a song
swearing at bugs
stretched out
in
a
freezeframe pm picture
of
sofa bliss with a knee rug
and
my
sicknote peace
