...no time for a lifestyle...
—David Highsmith
The conservation conversation left me
dry of mouth. Do I complain a lot? I don’t
see myself as much of a complainer....
Avoid the tiny game inside my phone.
Avoid the music I spent hours researching
and then downloading. What’s the reference?
A collage is nothing for me but scatterbrain. How
embarrassing that it becomes a way of life? But
I meant to be eccentric at some point. Is that
why nobody gets me? When pricked, any Gemini
gushes the same, mostly. Just more rivulets,
more general directions, the gushing. How
nasal my lack of charm; so Faustian? I live,
lest I fall asleep. There’s more music somewhere.
An imagined train back home from a missed
engagement. What a wallop (not a fine
alternative to riot, but allow me a few
steps back from the obvious; though,
I am confident that you’re too savvy for
such diversions, right?)! Engagement is
my touted mask, my modus operandi,
the deep well that feeds my mojo.
Or thus I cluck repeatedly
and for reals. Believe
these lips for mantra and yours
might warm my very soul before I've
[and I say this] scrambled them for breakfast.
Or thus I cluck repeatedly
and for reals. Believe
these lips for mantra and yours
might warm my very soul before I've
[and I say this] scrambled them for breakfast.
