Wednesday, January 29, 2025

REMIND ME NEXT TIME (ANOTHER NIGHT IN)

these swimming in jello moments when all my lifetimes come crashing at me in hyper driven rush of remastered sounds

almost taunting me

a near collision of disastrous out of time brush strokes 

almost haunting me

these flat eq'd symphonies of grand expectations i wrote in negative harmony 200 years ago falling around my ears

almost soothing me

a treasure chest of train whistles inside of the vacuum of climax

almost remembering me


and just to make you wonder...

this is where a random bassoon solo would go


(i've never met a bassoon player)


these spaces in the distance of retro-baroque melancholy hold me in a passion for a single purple note

almost drowning me

a cat possessed by the drunken ghost of kieth emerson dropped on a piano

almost toppling me

these pre-hays epic movies with singing breasts and dancing penises i directed at the end of a decade long night

almost arousing me

a smoothie of poisonous fruits mixed with a wah peddle and garnished with the color of a conjunction 

almost fortifying me

these places in the timeline of an endless loop of TV themes i wrote in a cave under the tree of isolation 


(i have met a dulcimer player)


but this is where the accordion solo goes

because you know why...


**this is exactly where ralph cramden walks in and tells me that i am a mental case**


but i do enjoy rolling around in this swimming pool full of angel hair pasta


a fallacy of intimacy i decided to type one night

almost saving me


an ode to the seagulls of chaos who remind us that if you eat the eyes of a soul you will pass this into oblivion as well


oh well...

i tried to love you in the shade of melody and somehow lost the tune


these swimming in jello moments i finally captured in your mind


one of you should remind me next time to type

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