Thursday, January 4, 2024

ii

 

i haven’t scribbled in the turqoise all morning i mean all year

everything’s the same

it’s great 

it’s a garden of paradise

don’t quote me on that

but godness

i froze my ball off

in the slothy gulp

it was salty new years day

i didn’t have anywhere else to go

but maybe something something

about weeping

something about being a sugar glider in the headlights

and away in other mouths

away the nature of rennaisance

you have to be cold to be warm again

and they tell me 

so many rooms to stay in 

on this boat

they tell me it’s an oil tanker

and it’s named “captain ron”

after the way you were in the tangle

of young hunger and a 

crass course

in avoiding people who 

don’t even know you’re avoiding them

or maybe they do that’s the trick

it’s gallumphing along 

it’s inelegant

it’s like when you scrambled along the rock

smoking the biggest reefer around

and you 

were 

atop 

of it

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