the rest that insignificance delivers

I like to think that the beer cans against the walls grew analogously with the mess in everybody’s head
those protuberances corroding like rusty campaigns at the edges of sunlight,
water
air
invigorating the ethos, and the fallen drunk girl, 
“no one take advantage of her”
against the bathroom door that is no longer attached
slurping with precision at the bottom of a cup
like a cat at the verge of collapse 

and I mistake everyone with someone else
and all the faces start colliding 
and competing with each other

I began missing the people I was in the same room with
I began following girls I didn’t know I was chasing
I began poem over and over again, repeating
“Estimate, Evaluative, Extinguish”
“Estimate, Evaluative, Extinguish”
“Estimate, Evaluative, Extinguish”

hail satan was up at the ruit table
the dance floor was leaning on rocking chairs
the walls gave way, blue hair blue hair blue hair
I have forgotten the significance again, and again
that my face, is like every other
even to me

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

When I saw you go off, I regretted not tagging along. Now I'm glad I didn't go along. Drinking that stuff can make you honest enough to kill. Anyway, take two aspirin and call me in the morning.