songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

summer of blurrrrrr

whirlwind of tubes  beepingmachines  25 staples in a leg

and a crazy balloonlike contraption  taped to their heads

incase we have to  go back in

 

sounds like war  what is it good for?  adrenaline cortisol

grief  shock+awe  plentiful   now spat out into civilian life

six months lost     am i dead  or alive?

 

according to Unamuno: life+death are wretched terms to

which we are limited ..in this prison of time+space.. he hated

civilization    i hate everything   (Charity Royall +AAC)

 

clearly more dead

but today i am spat   into a low German cafe  the girls beside

me  are likely dead too  but they resist  the mortis  + in the lull

between bites of greasy-sourkraut  pinkish grizzel  on a white tee

 

highly curated affectation  +thrift   it’s difficult to feel alive

beside  the most shallow jive  known to mankind   you catch

my drift?

but i won’t let these Gen Z grifters  eating 34$ salads   with shift

jobs from 7-11 am  2 days a week  spoil my return to the life i wrested

from oncologists   +brothy turkey dinners    (barfacious to the max)

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FALL 2024  ..we rise..

 

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