1/8-9/12
how colorless it seems to be forgotten
whereas milk laments all rational
in daydream breakfast cereal
profanity becomes mundane
singers scratch chalkboards
to experience the unbearable
everyone is too worried radical ideas
cast out the world
so pawning off insanity seems
the most logical source of income
and prosperity the hope
of so many endless dreamers
but still this gravity feels no exhaustion
because the souls of all the shoes in the world
couldn’t surmount its reliability
and a world without
electricity
doesn’t really exist
unless of course you’re willing
to keep feeling around in the dark
for something that feels close enough
to reality for you to stop giving a shit
whether or not it actually is
thanks for keeping the window closed
it lets all the cold air in
this poem writ a pair of days
because it meant little yesterday
and means considerably less so today
