Each morning: Right foot down, lucky foot first… And press go. Point A to Point B to F and G, Repeat and repeat, Reach Z, return to start.
I haven’t taken sides. The sides cannot be seen. When you’re standing on one side of the ocean, the ocean doesn’t end. My friend has left her shirt on the sand, and she’s going into the water. I should tell her to stop, she’ll drown, but my throat is as closed as the night.
Good, golden advice from my father Used to come at me and hit me in The heart. Ancient advice. Advice that Came packaged with ancestry and honor. Came at me Like pearls out of an old brass grammaphone Set in fine oak on which was carved The stern kind faces of the ghosts of the men of my family.
Call me more often. Tell the Whitman of watercolor your favorite restaurant. Tell the Picasso of poetry how you like your eggs. Tell me lies, lovey, because they make me feel like a feline. Pledge allegiance to the pedophile who steals everything you touch.
Like Aegeas cliff-jumping for his son at the wrong black sails, Or Montagues and Capulets missing each other by terrible inches of time, Things get fucked up. And weird, and quiet, and cosmic. The sorry silence of elevator air can mean just about anything.
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