Maudlin
That
part you have
right. That part of
me
wading in all of
the
bullshit, you de-
scribe
it differently,
and
it’s your bod-
given
right, abso-
lutely,
because
your
attention is
sick,
and not in a
good
way, sick as
the
victims you
point
at all day
long,
thinking
nothing, per-
taining
to the
victims,
but
even
moreso
how
you feel
about
this sys-
tem
we spent
time
building,
applauding,
lauding,
up-
setting,
and
rearranging,
along
with
our
values,
how
wonder-
fully
precious
to
have one or
two
of them,
but
eviscerated?
I
don’t recom-
mend
it, nope.
I
believe that’s
what’s
so shock-
ing
about these
stocking-stuffers
so
heavily weight-
ed
with self-esteem
isssues,
depressions,
the
inactive ideas of
each
yesterday’s gung-
ho,
being solidly put in-
to
a place where nobody
can
remember (the idea,
yesterday,
the solidity,
the
action of inaction),
the
pitch-perfect abuse
(sitting
in front of Life-
time
television yell-
why stay with
such
a
son-of-a-bitch!?I,
the
killing of the hap-
py
(where did those
drugs go, right?)
as
a sneaky mur-
derer
of worse
crept
in to our
universe
of val-
use
and such,
wow,
what a
valuable
uni-
verse
(because,
yes,
of course,
it’s
since been
completely
re-
veresed!),
ig-
noring
con-
sequences,
as
if
what are those?
Let’s
pause for
just
a moment
to
prepare for
what
otherwise
would
be a lethal
isolation. Which
means
ignore my
pleas,
ignore my
please,
snub ev-
ery
last one of
my
pleases,
take
a step
closer,
just
one
step, and
recall
how much
further
it was than
the
step before
from
the bleak fix
that
is me, how dar-
ling
of me to nostalgic-
ally
imagine it so, ano-
ther
step closer/further
and
we might even re-
discover
that release
sensation,
the valve
and
value of which
we
lost, broke, or
just
forgot to keep
their
forwarding
addresses...
(to be
continued,
always at some
futuristic hour,
so long as we
are
still skipping
and
beating, breathing
and slipping. So by
all means stay
tuned)
