*The other day when I went for a crowd-surfing, data-ghosting sort of stage-dive
Now I am a notorious individual, lost in
the crowd! Is that a problem? I guess so, but
it doesn't change anything. I’ll show you
affection & darkness in the fluttering city of
-which minutes & seconds seem to rattle
forward to an empty episode of regret & naked
dreams —- of which I like to see
the apathetic truth become clean!
My epitaph is here. Advantage,
& being nothing more than —- a mere mortal
I showed how to die, I like to die, I-make-a-death!
Happy & upset! Relatively more —- than sex!
We loved surfing before we went to bed!
Can I get some crack!(?) No, you’re clean as hell
I know, I am a lucky man
The rehabilitation center is around the corner
Serve me pancakes for 13,50,
ugly post-war romance, violence, dead poets