i.
dodging cockroaches on your walk home from the unknown
which is so sickeningly familiar
ii.
you sit
you feel peculiar
you sit with a phone in your fist, you sit and wish you were home (again)
you are sitting across from me
i am crossing myself like i've seen done in movies,
the sun is shining slightly too brightly
as i sip from the lukewarm grin of this illegible emotion
with eyes closed i try to read it
yet i lack the devotion
nothing but black
black
and more black as vast as green grass atop this infinite ocean
enveloping me
but forgetting postage
iii.
on the nod i found god shopping
she was pushing a cart through k-mart
i noticed, specifically, that she was only placing discount items
into her cart
i suppose it's true when they say she 'saves'
it just about broke my heart
iv.
if what you don't know can't hurt you then why is it that one can be ripped
to shreds by a person one has just met?
v.
i am so insulated within the liquid cotton of this trip
which isn't a vacation; indeed, the only destination
is further inside a head that wants nothing but
to shut out the rest of existence
and
alas, there is probably no real (religious) significance in being repentant
when held at gun-point or knife's edge,
certainly
there is no such thing as innocence
except, possibly, for the ignorant
vi.
maybe if we simply ignore it (and everything)
it will go away
and if it opts to stay
then its not like we'll notice or know this anyway
vii.
the day will come when all continents will be pangaea again
then you will always be within the same continental vicinity
as me
until then there's still the internet and dreams
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