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[post-summer] three

it has been a long summer
and you are asking if
I can walk through sound with you
and you are asking if
you can walk through sights with me
it would be a pleasure you see
I have not seen enough
and I could get more familiar
with the gallery rhythm
my eyes are absorbing everything all at once
so I need to hold onto you
for a moment if you don’t mind
expressionist dizzy me
latching onto
abstract steady you
what is a canvas
but a space to fall into
the snare of brushstrokes
from endless angles
begged for you
to fall into its embrace
I stood back in white noise
to be engulfed or to escape
knowing what these works were capable of
you stepped forward
looking for beauty to destroy you


[post-summer] one

I am wondering
who you are
and what you do
as I figure out
who I am
and what to do.
how uncalm is your approach?
I feel your insides shaking
from across the room,
but I am also too caught up
in creating someone
I need people to see.
I would later find out
that I could just be,
and you are trembling
from uncertainty and trivial pursuits.
how do you code conviction?
how do you compose correction?
something is binding you
the same way I am binding myself,
and we are all asking to move forward,
but is it that easy
when you are facing the world alone?
you never thought about the pieces
you would have to pick up
after yourself,
after others.
the summer heat would have melted
all of it
away from your head.
you hide in bed
while I am hiding in books
that have yet to be read.

april fools transfers

don’t mention it
it’s not something I want everyone to know
that I took a leap of faith
and failed
after selling my soul to a god
that tells me no
not here not now not yet
dear god why not — I am so ready
I was born for this
I prayed even
and sang psalms to reawaken
a love everlasting
fuck fasting
I need my protein
in order to art in heaven
I will play guitar alongside
your angels
or so help me
I will share flamacues
with the devil
but I’m wet
I’d probably douse the flames
I ran straight out
into the cold rain
and sputtered curses
and false comfort
“it’s okay
you’re only stuck here
you’re not good enough
it’s okay
you only have to deal with
god awful engineers
it’s okay
no hell no
it’s not okay”
and up in the bleachers
I held onto the metals bars
so drenched
asking myself what comes next
as the cold air hit my chest
I wished for pneumonia
but then I wouldn’t be able to sing
for difficulty breathing
it doesn’t help that I have asthma
but I’d be damned
if I couldn’t feel above
like I always do
playing music and singing
what I felt was true