agreements

It’s 3pm and I’m all coffee

again

out of the Met mug

large demanding

sun beams protestingly through my rhythm

slick slack plap

Whatever i want

But you call

All suddenly

remind me of computer drunkards

Antelopes leaping in unison in digital tiles

I’m angry

For this 80 20 laughter

You 80 I 20

even as I type I jokelaugh

in internalized capitalism

never enough

the corps have slandered the Manifesto

While downstairs Nose sings another

Resurrection of Sinatra 

And the marijuana licenses now are doing PR stunts

For american history

And all of america history is a PR stunt

my parents know

I hope whatever we call entertainment

life

purpose

comes with enough rationalization to the grave

my mirror is dumb and endless

the funhouse variety

everyone bought online two years ago

We talk at mirrors all day

If you go on pretending you’ll never fully

and if you never fully

you’ll repeat it

Two twenty year olds playing house

pushing a stroller

On Broome

Around tourists from Italy for a taste of the real thing

And the Garden

while Elizabeth screams from her empress trees

there’s no more space for daffodil

Over and over

And the nothingness 

of the eye within

where it’s whispering magic

and matters of no contest

If reverence for wisdom is real

and the Universal prize says it’s not

will we drown

in skincare strangling

feminism

before it’s all found out

oh I’m burning the coffee