nothingness consciousness.

there are many lights

some flicker and perturb

others shine brightly and sting the eye

and most comfortable are of dead light

black and soothing; quiet and dumb

the end and only possibility of every lantern

is to be spent and comforting 

pleasurable to the eyes

as it dims 

and silently departs 

falling absent and dark

come

shadowed memories and dead light

nobody will care about it

shades drawn

doors closed

the propping of bedroom tents

rising and falling

up and down

it's all gone and forgotten 

you are gone and forgotten

illuminated in dead light.

re: people floating around in soup

piano keys

shimmering

running into one another

in accidental harmony

limbs like piano keys

they play themselves

accidentally and beautifully

ascending and descending

colliding and parting

the tides and seas that we are

tethered 

but intentioned

brave

but accidental

i don't want it, but ill still pay.

indebted forever and forever.

hair slicked in sentiment,

carrying lovely words,

expensive - and i will pay

over and over again.

running through corridors together,

i will pay.

sitting in beautiful flowers,

i will always pay.

hand in hand,

i will pay.

life.

damn. carl don't speak. shit. walking, walking, walking. up, down. carl. keep walking. may i speak? no. why? keep walking walking walking. damn damn damn. shit. sir? no. i didn't say so. keep walking with me. carl? i wish that engine would explode. he would die though. ok. damn it, carl. splattered on the pavement, we'd slip and slide like on ice. i want to skate like i did when i was young. i can't. all this human friction makes it impossible. it's so hot. everyday, everyday, suffer, suffer, useless. is this right? i wish this bus would explode. carl? what. no. stop. i'm hanging on to the bar. i'll be off and bored soon. dead. carl. oh, thoughts arrest us. indiscriminately, without warning, we are.

new york city.

sullen eyes,
i disguise.
unsightly,
am i.
all fear to be by my side.
my subterranean life.
piled up metal and stone,
skin flesh and bones.
through cavernous streets,
i'd roam.
our insufferable city moans.
all hide lies behind eyes.

50 years or so.

fear.

it's when the sunlight dips and drips

down the backside of the mountain.

undulating rays, 

descending with precocious curiosity.

all drenched in sun. all of it

can see me.

naked, luminous.

glistening and empty,

like a sinking ship.

my empty, desperate utterances,

"dear, i love you".

swept up in twirling canes'

into the heavens, forever

and ever. amen

tie tied tight, sweat carving trails

down my face

worn and wrinkled,

eyelids blanket my eyes, with

the promise of eternal happiness.

sleep.

rapid bliss, glutinous animals.

bad tv.

buzz, buzz.

the ship still sinking, mastless

and still naked,

forever and ever,

amen.

incuria adamo.