I passed it over, over to you
you
passed it back
to me
one hot potato that will never cool
passive aggressively
passed it down the
line
hold in their hands, holding
their head in their hands
always, always theirs no, no
escape
it’s hereditary
only hope will let you down
karma’s not coming back around
promises won’t be kept
helping others remains a debt
revenge is but a dream
just a wish writ obscene
here and now is not a time
the past & future can’t align
carrying goals is a dead weight
no such thing as fortune or fate
tomorrow’s bygone
defeat at the dawn
cut off from the start
only hope can break your heart
when the beginning
never began
and the end
is forever here
when the point of life
is views
hideaway, hideaway
when standing for yourself
reframes your purity
lie low, lie low
when life takes a turn
for the best
and the beat that is
the breath
slows to a stop
we are atomized
into perpetuity
where we will be
permitted to
permeate
permanently
Jagged edges—
Cut up in their prime—
Defined ridges are sharp tongues—
Meaning changes in the jaws of serpents—
All these escaped apes remind me of someone I knew—
sounds slip from lips
but in no known language
so, look down and take things into your hands
and dismantle your head
nose into a good book
teeth into a tender tale
the Muse’s eyes have it
permanently looking for an exit
consume contrived conflict for the common people
and the bloody-minded bourgeois:
holy confirms plot-holes
lilith confutes eve
gospel contradicts gospel
chicken comes much later than egg
lizards’ flesh lay open as a narrative sacrifice
deservedly commemorated in
their own earthbound anthology
too many steps (twelve in all)
but Greene had Thirty-Nine—
and did very well with them as far
as history is concerned; historically
this Big Book ain’t so big
No bigger than the Testaments (old & new)
No more useful than the Koran
No more meaningful then The Satanic Bible
No less important than a well told bedtime story
yes yes fucker yes you cocksucker—before and after—yes im fresh yes yes ill tell it like it is and confound and offend in equal measure as long as the measures arnt in pints and from top shelf bottles
(there’s love; defiantly radiant —Absolute Affinity)
Nothing sadder than a dead website
Around the neck like a dead weight
Non-existing in dead space-time
Should you be wiped from existence?
Lose all those precious digi-memories
Kill the past to save the future
Kill your darlings and the motherboard
Killswitch and move right along
Delete personal history/ turn yourself off
But nothing is ever truly gone
From the sea of flesh circuitry
From the net of the live web
From the tales told by others
From the smiles you left on their lips
Steamed windows, no view’s ever certain
Streams of Spring showers late
Could be the smell of bread
Or the kitchen’s been abandoned
Taps stuck on no go
Catching drinks of dirty rain
Leave the pail in the doorway
Come away from mama’s shadow
Chance to dance between the droplets
Instead of holding them for ransom
Outside there’s a cool breeze
Coldest summer on record
