June Bug
I awoke today and called out to you
your face in my mind
grinning wide
i left the house
for the first time in a week
muggy and still damp
the smell of snakes
intrinsically oiled
and pungent
a warning
becoming ever more warned
the onset of true hunger
and yet another summer shower
drove me into refuge
shaking like the last brown leaf
i scratched your name
on the bathroom wall
like lemons acid
finding each new cut
every microabrasion
finding me
the blind acolyte grasping at
beads or figurine or
the glittering ward of your name
walking out i spot the same massive crow
that’s been keeping tabs on me
urging a liver
full of vinegar to inhibit its
destined purity
i’ve been keeping tabs
after speaking to Gibson
in a dream
that i am a spoiled child
of the Chemical Generation
the half-life of X
mocking prayer in the
Acid Mother’s Temple
a humorless joke on the love children
and how that all ended
he referenced
a million scraps of paper
spit out by a machine
kept running eternally
heaven’s spyware
they all made movies about Vietnam
what will we make movies about?
How long hammering away until everything
must use absurdist platitudes to absolve
the myriad pain of toil?
‘Though Performing like the Psychology of Tribalism’
Am i only sitting at a card table hemmed in by
poor surrealists?
There must’ve been rules at some point.
one asks ‘will i witness the apocalypse?’
and i roll my eyes
audibly.
The one affected orders me to get a job
in a factory that fabricates
gravel pebbles and astroturf
i could only imagine we’ll need those in the future
on distant planets
to manifest our humanity
to help us through it
ya see, that’s the thing about awaking in a dungeon
you need a dagger or animal companion to
help you through it
this is my companion
this is my dagger.
-v.t.s.