We're Cool, It's Whatever, a Culmination

"Sir, please get out of the car"
I shiver in the evening air, having cut down the
tree that she
asked me
to remove, all afternoon, I
have earned this beer. Are she wants

She wants

She wants me to be twice the man I am, and the only
the only i d o n e o u s ve
ctor toward which I can see
that happening
is through long and steady work
consuming more beer.

Kidding. Kidding.
"Sir,"
Ellipses this. Then, now,
(nowandthen)
back at the apartment that we had,
/(j'are you still with me?)
j'ust outside the claustral city/
absorbed in art while the city burns around
me in unfathomability, a man in a mask
in a world of maske d'men
and women'd
ecision'd then that now we needed a bo
nfire like in dayes auf auld.
(Specifically 2013)
a concave body attired in a tired costume
and complexion gonna have a
go
at a
 burn.

Today I have the word hemorrhage
swimming
swimming
repeatingly
sir
in my brain.

I think about that last trip to the beach, before ever
ything changed. The pictures still recent still
 accessible on my phone ga
llery atop the terrible
gray grim winter ones in that small town
way up where I do
n’t want to live;

cigarettes and road trips
lost friendships
Sir you
veforgottenwhat love is

But of course I haven't. What I have
 forgotten is what I figured
out what I figured out
was how to be who I really was always
cleansed by memories sh
e's haunted by he
rs, sir,  help us arrange a way around
the sovereignty of fickle fate
his gape or grin (applause)
just between us is this for real?
What do you want?
the shape and flavor of your intentions
your mom's Che
vyequinox, lettuce
pause to parse the particulars
"please sir"

A fiery pink and dusty sunset, a spring evening still
warm enough with the promise of summer
lingering like a threat
It's nice to not have to look nice
I suppose
(she fills)
some sort of need for enchantment, for bewitching bewitchment
lettuce pause to parse the
sleep deeper than
the cave that first corona bat
flew out of and dreams
 and feelings
masked a hateful invective like a bee sting
"walk 15 paces in
 a
s t r a i g h t li
ne" it's fine we're fine
a line
does
n't end so the end
is the same as
d'beginning