meritocratic misconception

if to be beautiful

then to be free

if to sing to ears

then to be free

not to discover the freedom of

“being myself,” of singing

meritocratic misconceptions

don’t be ashamed of having bought in

it is just the age

the perverse dream

the wage

the bolts and perfected seams

bad son

“It was nice to be with my family”

bad son

bad daughters sleep around but come home

that’s why I am a bad son

it was nice, it was nice

it was nice, people who

understood

you know, it was nice

not to have to try so much

it was nice to

be taken care of, to be

understood

which is the same as

not being

alone

with spite

these words

that’s why, again, I’m a bad son

for being selfish

a bad son

it was nice, it was nice

it was never nice

There is a soul I've found

There is a soul I’ve found leering in at

through the windows while the TV goes on about

and to speak its name cheapens it, while making it live longer to live more cheaply,

but was I born with a mouth in the middle of

I have protected it by never opening the door

or only opening the door on Christmas

to give it Russian tea cookies

and then making it

spectacle on the outside of the pane

Most of the time I send it on

conquests, which are most of the time errands disguised as conquests,

and although it knows it is satisfied to be away from

Meanwhile it is before 5am and experiences, as though on a mobile,

sort of entrance an nauseate

taking the place of real dreams

Every hand shaken has not touched

and meanwhile the soul I’ve often found

tapping on shaken hands’ windows long after the fact

singing to while shaken hands’ ears are bought off by real dreams

Apology

Been busy being social, and it's killing the parts of me that fix me to a window facing a neighbor's wall so I can keep away from the poetry while it happens, always between dark and dawn. Here's something from tonight.


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Apology

be satisfied

be satisfied

be satisfied

I will it.

the food on the table

the man in your arms

the rain and the trees, and the trees and the river

and the rain and the trees and the river and everything

be happy today

be happy today

be happy today

I will it.

a day’s work

a dollar earned

a woman with her compliments

a place to go home to

be content

be content

be content

I will it.

snapped twigs

a way to go by

having your forest

and your open field, too,

the food on the table and the man in your arms, a day’s work and a dollar earned,

and the food on the table and the man in your arms and a day’s work and a dollar earned and everything

the will residing, 

residing, 

residing,

residing in the passions’ suburbia