boyfriends are not what i’m supposed to be talking about this go-round, rather
extolling a subject at hand, or creating more fictive fun narratives. keeping it
frivolous and relevant, in
other words. to basically
reiterate in a straightforward manner, the device of this
era of acronymic poems based on the plethora of color chips i have left is
thus far trending less romantic, less thematic, more one-offs based on the
here and now. or whatever it is that this (may i just say, my, rather than boring,
eccentric brain concocts the moment i sit to write one. These seem more
relaxing, a way to wind down, but it is an
almost an impossible task not to bring the hero up now and again. (
in this one, for example, he floated me $90 so my bills don’t bounce. in a pinch.)
night falls. it’s nearly christmas. if this one’s a bit flimsy is it a good or bad thing?*
*if one has to clarify something within the explanation of a series segment’s
schtick, wouldn’t the easy response be “his roundabout way of saying what
he’s currently writing about in one of his series sections with the larger pro
ject, i mean, having to include a footnote, especially, but yet still different
iating fairly specifically between two seemingly similar series-within-the-
projects seems such a confusing meta, i have no idea what to call it, a
clueing in the readers, should there be any, ever, of what is transpiring
might just be a way to create a life that isn’t there. does this, then,
eradicate or further allow it to remain stuck in his subconscious so as to
not really talk about anything? but i dare you to suggest i talk about
nothing. in general. i didn’t say it was relevant. i just argue it isn’t
nothing. that this might be a life that is worth recounting in some way
presently and/or in the future, should, again, one choose to read any of
this. many authors might call these particular meanderings juvenile. in
general. in the way they are presently presented. go ahead. you may if
you want. preferably, to my face. the joy that would bring, as i imagine
it, is no doubt exponentially less than that which would be true were it to
actually happen.
eradicate or further allow it to remain stuck in his subconscious so as to
not really talk about anything? but i dare you to suggest i talk about
nothing. in general. i didn’t say it was relevant. i just argue it isn’t
nothing. that this might be a life that is worth recounting in some way
presently and/or in the future, should, again, one choose to read any of
this. many authors might call these particular meanderings juvenile. in
general. in the way they are presently presented. go ahead. you may if
you want. preferably, to my face. the joy that would bring, as i imagine
it, is no doubt exponentially less than that which would be true were it to
actually happen.
