Fragments of the Incomplete
Magic Hat #9
Mini Victories & Minor Inconveniences:
the banks embedded thoroughly--
A new month,
turned the calendar, turned the time
time turner tomorrows today is tomorrow today’s time tangled
with the absence of summer breezes, and--
surplus of brews that compliments:
lime, sea salt,
the second purest sand in the world
The key to differentiating
soundless a spinning record,
a broken needle
needless to be fixed.
purple paisley playlists,
trust wrinkled into spilled beer bottles
Let me drink about this...
Scribed on barf bags
With a panoramic scope of the city at sunset,
glistening in all its glory.
vanilla sky cola-
you just need a few words to be poetic
Spiral staircases winding
Slanted fourths architecturally.
It's all a bit off,
sweetly smoothing synchronization.
painted melancholy undertones.
far out in its finest of tunes--
worth the admiration.
Time turn this one out;
a pocket watch.
solidify the foundation
There is a quill of cognition
controlling the poetry,
scribed on scrolls
There's a mental shortcut of backroads,
avoiding the highways of thoughts,
highways projected as troublesome, traffic jammed, toxic, tasking
An empty set:
A paradoxical inverse of infinity, I suppose
Politely put, pushing or pulling
We are reverbing radio feedback-
an echo we've yet to hear back.
we used to not need painted division
four red signs at an intersection telling us in four seconds to go
accelerate, but pause first completely-
cemented in, mirroring the paved suburban streets
speeding to the limit
It’s the long drive down 75S,
hungover as all hell,
stuck in night time traffic,
an exam the next afternoon
you haven’t even studied.
some cry, some eat, some fuck, some watch tv?
Oranges are my apples,
and there's nothing quite like sharing a bottle of wine masked by a Manila envelope
cornered of the R train
We're resolving to not pinpoint a one word definition-
Watching the logical foundation crumble, practicality columns fall down--
your brutally blue eyes inviting me in.
There's a syncopated skip, a hiccup in time
that electric shock of mutually agreeing
& we skipped the words, did we skip the words?
Pressing every letter key sending at the speed of light
scattered sacred souls
where i’m familiar
i’m lost & it is familiar
I’m twenty one
it’s Satellite Skin
an ever-spinning vinyl
the comfort of a midwestern twang
a mildmay memory
modest mouse &-
it’s mind numbing
haven’t i already done this before?
and didn’t i already do this before?
it all gets so familiar
& in the wake of it all
here or there or here.
enjoy the confusion
here or there or here.
the discoveries in the lack-
so motivated, we are-
to skip synchronized upon the stepping stones
lain out for us
don’t tread on dewy grass,
you’ll get your sneakers dirty