(suction pending)
—John Ashbery
sure there is the
occasional season
of personal suck.
but what a nice
thing to pop on
a sweaty head
set and find my
self dancing down
the sidewalk to the
hits of the summer
of now or then –
and it’s no differ
ent on this fine
foggy day, on
the evening
before the
advent of
autumn,
because
autumn
has an
advent
just like
the spring
that sprung
out of the
noiseless
ness of
isolation
just a few
months
ago. or
was it
years.
i really
don’t
know,
i won
der, or
wand
er,
mov
ing
my
ass
to t
he m
usic t
rippin
g into
my ear
s, in my
new mar
malade
outfit, b
ouncing
down fol
som like
a bowl of
jelly (my
ass being
so thorou
ghly conn
ected to t
he rest of
me). boom
boom boo
m, hahah,
lololololol.
er,
mov
ing
my
ass
to t
he m
usic t
rippin
g into
my ear
s, in my
new mar
malade
outfit, b
ouncing
down fol
som like
a bowl of
jelly (my
ass being
so thorou
ghly conn
ected to t
he rest of
me). boom
boom boo
m, hahah,
lololololol.
