Punch it in it up up above your weight punching punching down
Third year options and asks and wants and needs
Like hopes needs dreams
Like hype and hype man man oh man
This would be summer
Bass from beds and trunks
Sunscreen but usually not
Strings braided ‘round wrists
Rather drinks rather french fries rather much
The sun keeps going down later and later
Try try try try try
Teee-rye try try tee try try
Trying I’m try try when tee
Tetherest whether weather weatherest try
Try no try not try try try
Day try try tee tee tee tee tee tee
Teeeeeeeeee try tee try trying I’m
Wednesday try try almost what which try
Terrible trying
Terraform trying
Triad trying, a second language trying, second skin trying, second after minute after hour trying
Epochs trying as myriad moments try
They try they try they try
Every size, everywhere trying
Yeah, darkness would be sexier
Dress it all up in black
The end of the world would at least offer some tension
You think
And then you’re living through this
Climate disasters daily paired with
Mass shootings daily paired with
Lurching toward government and societal and cultural shitshow upon shitshow
And I’m just skimming off the top of the roiling stew of injustice, unfairness, absent kindness, bureaucratic inhumanity and human inhumanity
With all these convections cycling violence, closing minds, and bring the horizon way way way down low.
I hang onto stories of little kindnesses and little triumphs but at some point I feel the ratios all around me — but maybe I’m not gonna pretend I should trust one of my brains anymore than the other.
Today I feel like a big aging chassis with a little wounded woodland creature piloting it all from the inside.
That’s a little trick I play on myself to pretend this me-scaled me is somehow able to protect anything.
I do like the rain.
I do like turning leftovers from the week into a pile of breakfast tacos.
I do like coffee.
The thing about the path to enlightenment is that it sucks.
That’s another trick I play on myself. Damn it.
Thinking about the universe is some comfort.
Thinking about life after all of us. That’s some comfort. And probably just one of those ways I let myself approach life after me.
Dinosaurs became birds. People will become something strange and interesting, maybe something to do with all these robots.
Don’t forget you have a drum machine at the center of your being and that that drum machine has a soul.
Don’t forget we all depend on each other all the time, even when it doesn’t seem like it.
Don’t forget to feed your pets and be kind.
Roman vs. Arabic all the way down, but it’s the 80s and we’re so young
The space between numbers and/or ranges that are inclusive
I don’t like to think about the limits of intuition
I like to think about spiders
I like to think about the relationship of mass and time
I don’t like to think of the plight of light
I like to think like spreadsheets
I like to think about relationships of people and numbers and things and sounds
I don’t like to think about everything’s local, but everything is still local
What is red? What is green? What is indigo and how did it gets its place at the table?
I know and you know.
Sometimes a song’s just gonna let you down
And the sun will keep doing its thing
Some guy walking along thinking
Seriously no lightning and crashes?
And other times untold repetitions will pave a path from nothing to wow
Folding napkins, snapping your fingers, eating breakfast
Because life’s gonna do what life’s gonna do
So everything else moves outside.
But one foot in front of the other takes me forward
And/or it can take me up
And it can still be tromping and trampling
These are the times you just have to believe in something anything.
That’s how breathing air happened, too.
That’s how we’re going to get to the end.
If you have this guy and he’s brandishing a folded metal chair
If you have time despite the World’s worst intentions
If the sun is rising like it always does, but this time you catch it sitting on top of the neighbor’s fenceline
If you’re still expecting that phonecall and still hoping it never comes
Or you have the votes but lost the will
Reproach, resonance, recapitulation, reticular
That is that is that is that which
Walking the side of the road on the side of a forgotten town and wondering
Then every force will be met with its opposite
Then the wheel will do its best to keep turning
Then heat will arise and cast down all suffering
Then time will be on your side, but also everyone else’s
Zero has been a number since it was created and not one day longer
Like white horses or arrows bent on targets and a couple other things I won’t have time to share
In this story
You know where you are going
Or how fast your are getting there
But never both
Because these are greedy times
And we weren’t built to make it
Tell me about those days
Tell me about all the colors and the sunsets
The flashbulbs, the lazy rivers
Tell me about coats on layaway
And the price of cigarettes at the PX
Where I’m from
By what means
And how I’m letting us all down again
I mean I when I say these things
Granted we are in this together
A collection of useless thoughts
Another distraction
This neurosis, that news event
We carry on
What words
Travel you
Travel time
What distances
Curve
Slope and rise
Selvedge spearate
Tear whatever
Lead whatever
Read whatever
Picture points picture on
The second leftover
Signals the apocalypse
The candy-coated afterthought of our barreling age
The one you wanted and what they wanted
And just enough fuzzy logic for everyone to win this time
Listen for the laugh track
I had something then I lost it
A whole district of Christmas windows
Every street at every sunset
We line up reality after reality while this one warms over
Fury, forgetfulness, forgiveness
Fathoms are what they’re calling for
And winged horses
And well-intentioned warlords
So much dirt to trample
So many messages to send
The meek and the miserly will dance among the ashes
It’s your wedding day
Put one word in front of the other
As boats, like boars, if broken
Long forgotten mathematical paradox, I know you
Herds of suburban deer
Unseasonable warmth
Hold and release
Catch and release
Consider and release
And release
