death is in the air
suicide is in the park
how do I know?
just tune in and you too can know
do you care to know?
that is the question
just what is art, anyway?
that’s another question
and for me, not an argument
I don’t want to attach myself to the end result
probably I’ll be somewhere
right in the middle
I’m tired of fighting
and tired of sketchy characters and low talk
motherfuckers that bring keyboards to knife fights…
tired of interacting
explaining/Explaining/Repeating
rinse rinse
a friend tells me
"movement equals desire"
and why argue?
I’d rather think that over
it is not
after all
a poison dart to end all movement
or end all desire but why not
give it
some more thought
during drunken night
sober night
groggy mornings
grumpy afternoons
happy sunshine afternoons you turn into
just what is it that you can
bike all over town
but can’t sit absolutely still for
twenty minutes…
thirty minutes…
dare I say even…
an hour?
guess ‘cuz I don’t know
these local people
that bite it
I’m less affected
doesn’t make it any less
tragic and tender
those who do catch wind
of fresh death of friends
are brought to suchness
that it feels
their very stomachs
are dropping out
maybe these times
call for more death and plane crashes
maybe we’re tuning in too much
and my depression connects to your depression
and the corner we wind up drinking in
crying to our beers in…
will not keep us forever
we very simply have to take better care of ourselves
then we build the best buildings
and become the best, truest friends this whole world has ever seen
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