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Subliminal Topography

“Do you actually like boxed wine or is it just some hipster thing?”
(Have you ever wrote a preemptive poem because you couldn’t help yourself?)

“So, you have a hot plate”
(Do you often hear nice things, such as you’re incisive, easy to talk to, and funny?)

“Really, how old are you?”
(Are you aware that I’m holding your hand and I’m not at all?)

——–

A pedestrian past shot through, pedantic and worn
Black endless nights grind away, shared, forlorn

Abandoned campfire lives we lead, sparkle and fail
Tiny slivers of life we lead, fractured, frail

———

I stumbled back into your path and abruptly
The entire contents of my frozen solid world spilled forth into brilliantly glowing pulses of light
Blearing my eyes
Blistering my skin
Dissolving my thoughts into mulit-colored haze
Trash compacting the bullshit generic past
Swollen again
Uninvited
Unwelcome
Unknown
Fervent and feared

———

“Just five more minutes”
(Who in their right mind would leave now?)

———

Turned the wrong way
And awoke
Calm and laughing with you
Driving steadily
Past
An empty reservoir

4/4/16

Cat

Cat

Don Van Vliet

Fire party for Boomerang man with wrought iron curls 1984

Fire party for Boomerang man with wrought iron curls 1984

Deck . . .

Squirrel

Antarctica

Ice

Spain

 

Basti Frey

Basti Frey

NYC, Lisa Yuskavage