i said “did yu enjoy urself?” and she said,
“yeah, i don’t see why I shouldn’t, yu always gotta enjoy urself”
breathed a sigh of reknowing, reknowing it, the joy of it,
the fact we are here, the face that there are no other facts than that we
are here. cue old town flavors and substance loving comrades. PEOPLE ARE GOING TO SEX AND COME IN FROM THE BACK> THE COFFEESHOW>LITTLE HYPHEN OF
adjectivity. mostly the rural sense comes from the beauty
but the town of Bethany hopes to eliminate a physicality at all
just a ghost in the shell of ineluctable modality
(of the visible). invisible Joyce sits at a table,
molding it like he molds a text,
illuminating brains around with convoluted misdirected
psychotic breakfast breaks, i type the word s,
he hisses like a snake, we know the end
is only a soliloquy, but he still plays it off like
THERES MORE TO SAY.
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