twirl a parasol while searching on ‘dusky’
how it applies to eyes specifically while away
time picturing a quiet look while we talked
afterwards, disabused of all fucked-up-self-talk
under the fan, the noise
why fib i wasn’t searching all day & edit that out but
we are always trying things for the first time together
it’s a mirror view of broken hills underwater
like my drive home coming off meds, a fevery dizziness
when i swivel my neck at an emu, moved slightly
to tears by a taxi etc. how to distinguish boundaries?
either a raised threshold for dizziness or tears? scared tho
you swallow two tablets before even patting the cat &
muse: every album is just working through a relationship,
the dots of socio-political imagery just icing, or dots, &
each song a way to celebrate a being-ok-with-you-as-you,
mostly hopeful mostly lies
the attempt is uplifting nevertheless, so delicious
a recipe (we were baking after a long time
of not baking, a cheesecake-style slice that bubbled
then settled into a solid apex, this is why) frameworks
creep in as underthought, convenient as a distance in time,
two days ago, or perhaps maybe not (this should be
revisited for better irrigation of emotional landscapes) wrote:
‘irrigating your emotional landscapes since the 1980s’
slogans for my latest joke business venture: my only
reliable party discourse & i fall backwards so often:
a straw that is also a pen; a consultancy firm that articulates
the solution you already know you want, suggests
a rebranding to the colour red evermore but we’re
too busy for realism & re-thread the threads
while reclining in a puff of smoke
static websites will make a comeback man & every email list
is a celebration of the drumming in Mayonnaise & look
the keyboard player died & it’s a leap but oscillate with me
to Dumbledore in the new adaptation of Little Women
& for a brief while local tribes fought white settlers but
they were always back for the watered country
i find my obnoxious approach to people still unhealed?
um counterpoint: everyone is a purist for the original
Anne of Green Gables that diffuse orange light
a mosquito net of protection from the contemporary
if only mosquitoes were individual doubts
about my individuality
(emma watson & emily watson should work together
on a film project / is that the toxic coating on my skin
talking / regardless, Beth is still about to die)
twirl a parasol while away time
picturing a quiet look
under the fan, the noise