Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Tuesday, April 9, 2013

...life is less empty and incomplete.



after these years
some of the human drama still propels us,
into unutterable circumstance,
(circumcision),
into unutterable dark bars
and places where you get coffee
or food,
or even gasoline and so forth.
the streets chatter to me
and i quiet them with tea.
into aesop rock's social coma
into no innocent bystanders,
for when the rumors fly,
we are all collaborators.

so we get drunk
or don't,
and who smashed the windows?
pssshhhhhtsss...
pissed
or, err, comforted.
into a subcultural coma,
into, like, peep this one.
the incassent mouth
utters a final retort
for our never-final journey
down to the prying eyes of the internet,
towards the social network,
into the dry desert
in the lush springscape.
into the cratered surface of the mind
which needs watering,
bubbling just under the surface
like this poem.

i swear, _______-, i won't use you as social currency
or simulacra of once real emotion
or , an, i was there
and i was there too
and he too, was there,
_she, as well.
even tho i was there,
in the therest of theres
which we dare,
too.

we are young
heartache to heartache we stand.
across the ether
the days still creep like cats,
we are now in dusty s. city
the city of st louis blossoms brick blood
and the suburbs shit nefarious money.
i am just trying to live out my slow days
as you and all of you will live them out with me. 

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