from The new hang out condition
The bed is in the ocean
the bed is returned to the repository of beds
the bed heaven
where do you go when you live in your escape
we drive around trying to recreate the perfect loop
and that’s our city
the need to fill a field, a bed
unghosting your arms into the basket
A forklift heap of the New Future.
How when we sync the wire pops like a cartoon idea.
The part of breathing after the legit breathing.
Everything that used to end late now ends early
and acts like it’s always been like that
but it hasn’t and you know it.
You hold on to your dark Wisconsin
and I take a bat to the mind palace.
For lack of experience I cultivate nonchalance
whether there’s a wolf in me or a bear or a series of armies
the night sweat in the corner photo
the cocktail of redemptions
the magnet the size of my body that floats along and just tugs
what gets me hard
if that’s your hair in the picture
if we passed under the river
the first cold day we pulled the ripcords in our hoods
and said what is this thing this can’t be right this will not last
Listen the gun drop on the way to the library isn’t real
the bus on the bridge isn’t real
the mag you busted a nut over in the back seat
back and forth for corn nuts and dried noodles
and your manhood laid bare in the decomposed granite field
and the clouds burning off by noon
and the fist that nurses on the run to the bathroom
and walking four-square lines in the five minutes you’d wrap hands around
and press to the edge of the bloody lockers
and bungalows you’d burn
and the planetarium where you loved her
The 16 square feet you move in is already filled with people,
and it holds you: the target; the protean binding site.
We both bang our rings on the wood, and I’m obsessed.
Getting the bar lady to give you a low-five.
How we pass each other.
I’m a gauntlet of love and the world is different.
The allegiance of my body is dirty and unassuming.
All the people I think I’ve met, they’re dissolving.
We can be anything we want.
It’s not that serious.
Keep your faith and someone will do your work.
Keep your faith and there’s no need to explain.
Everything is bendable with the right metal.
What we allow in nature is different from what we see on the street.
Staring at the two story window,
waiting for the forest to walk out of it.