"and it was raining out of a low sky, and the tide was way out."
(last line in 'Infinite Jest')
there was nothing to stop the bleeding
all i could do was watch my life spill out
in some vignette-if-i-cat-ion
"vin/yet/tif/ick/kay/shun"
i could see the passersby
mouthing the running LED display poem-ed me
my empowerments my vulnerabilities
at least i could be
a tawdry disposable
to passing fancy hat
put on while mobbing
consumption's mab maudlin madness
a scrolling top margin lifeguarded prodded world
was every action and thoughtlessness stuck
and when outside the home, the loam
everything was a store
and every window, a plasma receiver
and all one had to do was believe it
to see it come alive on screens
strolling the boulevard for bones
and what once was and must
be kept sacred in ritual adherences
or lest we become too scared, scarred
gone where dreams went when we could
no longer control our impulses to hoard
all the possibles
see baby, i said
as the night wound down
the world needs your knickers
rumpled into ancient cities
at the foot of my bed
Persephone nodded
smiled me a come home
i couldn't agree more
getting up from behind
the projector
i turned the lights down
and said goodnight to the machine
until morning my friend
i am walking home
in love again
EJR ©
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