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Origins All the Time
I’m so sorry you don’t have the vision
I have. Like when Lesbia
showed me the new Cure cassette in ‘92
I was able to pick out
what would be the most popular songs
in two seconds.
I’m so sorry but I
only get down with the hits.
I can hardly believe
the kind of stuff you listen to here.
It’s all contingencies and throwaways.
I can’t listen to bland experiments.
I guess it’s time for me to make
my exodus from church. Just today
after I passed the beautiful
Maya Angelou mural the young crossing guard
looked at me intently and then turned away
in disgust. And then someone I assumed
was his friend sat right next to me
during the service and tried to trick me
using body language. A woman in my building
who has what I have
told me she thinks they’re all evil.
I don’t know what to think but I’m surely
not going to be a part of this world.
The long dark line connecting me
all the way back to my origins
has never been cut.
Two Faces
I feel great! The Ativan’s kicked in
and I’m all hype on afternoon coffee
and my cold’s gone away
and I’m listening to new Ludwig Goransson
and I can’t help but think
I ought to go all the way back
and cruise the Lindbergh strip.
Too bad I don’t have a car.
Too bad I’m fifty years old!
Oh, but I feel like nothing can knock me down.
And then soon doubt and sorrow creep in.
Something’s wrong, somewhere
you’ve done something absolutely wrong.
You don’t know if this
is a medical condition or a spiritual one.
But you do know for sure
that they stopped serving Diet Coke
at Meshuggah Café because often you’d go in
to a platonic date with not enough cash
for that expensive coffee.
Arguing Again
This new Vraylar
is working very well
and all I’ve got now
is one big delusion
I can’t talk about.
Well fine, I’ll say it.
A very good buddy of mine
has taken control
of my computer and phone
and is making them
do weird things
as he’s vainly attempting
to drive me mad.
My only real complaint
about the STL
is that so many people here
cannot see things clearly.
I know twenty years from now
I’ll probably be senile
but my intuition will remain on point,
my vision will be
sustained.