there is a time
when humans stop being people
but within my moment, and again a moment
within which i am confined,
i am confined.
it is given to emotions
an extra space inside the subject
where logic must kneel down

the keys
falling off of an electrical current
travelled too far
and then in her ears, the meaning is fallen like i have
with the loss of electrons seeking ground

within my head
i cannot sustain a similar charge
whisking up bad memories
because the future never exists
and the pleasure of my past is always going,
and always gone

we unlocked a process
distributed possession
and even if past or ancient
the law of conservation allows it
passage forward on

the sound of it
like the report of a gunshot
is left ringing in my thoughts
scattering my instincts
and from birth,
leaving two halves of what will never be whole

falling in love?
falling is omnipresent.
falling in the ocean?
falling is spatially finite.
but falling in person
is humanity's secret reason.

she told me things i had told myself
but suddenly a neuron changed
and my alibi was outed

it leaves me stuck to the black plastic tray
and the more i try to take the bait
the more the glue is imbedded in my fur
and eventually they'll come home and find me here

[i was conceived in 2008
by a man i used to know
he's not going to pay child support because he died at birth]

even as i sleep
i understand auditory exertion
has forever been my teacher
it is in and of that understanding that i declare:

let the feedback squeal in my ears,
unattenuated.
i cannot affect the sound
it plays true

and i'm still listening.

like a skydiver,

we're all flying
in the great fall.

02/02/2011

Posted on 02/02/2011
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