Reruns

I put this on myspace, but i like it so much i had to repost it. it's only because i read it over and over again to myself. this was it:

















the public execution of dichotomy.

(Thin Blood b/w Thick Nerves)

by: the by

(this kiss, that which we talk about during the waking warn. slowly open the eyes, slowly bring light into focus, even slower come to focus on an object. stare. start to widen the eyes, keep the mind clear, perhaps envision a light version of popular song that could be drunk with the morning water, the one that sat by your bed all night and is the perfect temperature in the normal february freeze. indoor.)

(now think of a world, one that enshrouds the immediate surroundings, lit like butterfly and marriage alike. you are totally powerless to your significant (m)other, the provision. you are a slave to this person you wake with, but only in a sense that struts and makes conscious and LOVES the fact (TRULY loves the fact) that we are all slaves to chemical impulses. it's like that shit is ignored so deftly by truancy that we think free will is our guiding (blinding) light, our fucking (fake) safety net. you are a slave to this person, and she is the most beautiful thing you can ever imagine, and all you can do is follow her direction, and it is all you need. want dies with the afternoon garbage. this kiss of a breath, forced to retinal focus, on this last sweet waking dawn.)

this kiss is neither poison nor prison. this kiss thins blood, deadens nerves, thickens skin. sleep brings release.