ever get caught up in a revolving
door
anbetter yet to power a revolving door so fast that people
dondare to try to get in or does
security want to try either
usually security came from inside
the building leaving a hole in their operation that he could hurl himselfhad to
hurl himself out onto the pavement avoid peeved hands trying to grab anhold him
because he heldup their day fivesix minutes
he rolledscraped his bare arms he crieslaughs
eyes shut tight Ya couldave joined me ya
couldave tried No takers no takers shame
on you
he got away more often than he didnt
that was a physical revolving door
he still likes themhas to pull
himself back from wanting to do as he did when he was a kid however time to time he takes
several revolutions to soothe himselfsoothe the beast that lingers in his
memory
the beast recently has been displeased
with him that hes not letting up on the
length of the leashkeeping it tight and in check
anlike all things
frustrated they look for a release
the
beast was smarter than it looked
it waited for him to fall asleep
and begin dreaming then like a
commercial interruption fuck
advertisers who insist its a break the beast scribbled in abysmal handwriting on the black spacethe suspended void of interrupture applying a leaky tincture of phonaesthetics
Ya lookin an listenin, palooka, yapayin
attention? Got to Im a captive audience
prick Yes. Yes yare.
the reveal is in rapid succession
blue waders blue waters blue waiters blew waitersHA
lights begin to comeup words
fadeout
the dreamnot missing a beat flickersreignites
it made him leerynot
preoccupied rather a tad frustrated his beast had taught itself a neat little
trick anknew it could get under his skin
the malevolent dream trying to be he wasnt afraid of the dark shuffles
images of brutal walkways uprooted gardens broken gates uneven fractured pavement
weeds reeking gangways threadbare hallways transom doorways wrecky staircases clinging
ironworked fire escapes graveled coal-ashed alleys deserted streets potholed
puddled oilyfaces reflecting overhead yellow streetlamps moonlit clouds staring
black skies
Ur-labyrinths his fashionhis kind of dreams
INTERRUPTURE the beast again
he hears a sound a chucklelaughter who knew
a sense of humour
it could be impossible
to take it down a peg or two nothing compares
to consciousness
cinematic eh? simianmatic semenmatic TOUCH A NERVE YET
lights begin to comeup . . .
0233, Monday,
26 4. 21
1303, Monday,
26 4. 21
Natalia Lafourcade Nunca Es Suficiente (It’s Never Enough) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYK9QpEA3j4
