"Simplicity without simpleness," I think,
then: "Simplicity without boredom
is more of the pared-down moon
than we are
Satori, I mean
in the breath of stars are
the magic peaches of jazz
and honest laughter"
At Frank's on Thursday night we drink Pyramid Ale
and condescend to each other in simple language
hardware store employees feeling the slap of "loser"
and humming with George's homegrown
Head-down loss and lostness
shrugging the pain back into the gentle valley
you left in my mattress
it's already a year
since I lived in a ghosthouse
with your furniture
and all my stars died
Yellow rose blossoms
and a faint bloodstain
in the cotton blur of sheets
Cathartic always sounds like "lethargic"
my cocoon now a Chinese finger trap:
the toilet paper rolling
toward the end of my life
Tired, poor and confused
I buy a new pair of shoes
do a Fall dance to the end of things ripe
and sweet with chin juice
Lone trumpet pinches
the ass of my typewriter thoughts
and sends me stumbling bumbling
into your time with nothing
but a shadow full
of rocks and
some broken beer bottles
then: "Simplicity without boredom
is more of the pared-down moon
than we are
Satori, I mean
in the breath of stars are
the magic peaches of jazz
and honest laughter"
At Frank's on Thursday night we drink Pyramid Ale
and condescend to each other in simple language
hardware store employees feeling the slap of "loser"
and humming with George's homegrown
Head-down loss and lostness
shrugging the pain back into the gentle valley
you left in my mattress
it's already a year
since I lived in a ghosthouse
with your furniture
and all my stars died
Yellow rose blossoms
and a faint bloodstain
in the cotton blur of sheets
Cathartic always sounds like "lethargic"
my cocoon now a Chinese finger trap:
the toilet paper rolling
toward the end of my life
Tired, poor and confused
I buy a new pair of shoes
do a Fall dance to the end of things ripe
and sweet with chin juice
Lone trumpet pinches
the ass of my typewriter thoughts
and sends me stumbling bumbling
into your time with nothing
but a shadow full
of rocks and
some broken beer bottles
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