maladaptive daydreams

summer avoidant
sadder than green oranges
—not yet

March 2012, Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, DC

Diminishing returns on man-made misery:
take drinking water to put out wildfires
then create full-color murals of mercurial martyrs
underneath burnt contrails that suggest messages
of conscriptive curtailment. There is some hope
as we begin the slow pilgrimage towards autumn.
But, last year was a mast year. Abundant loss.
What should we barter for an underdog future?

post-errata

You have to find your own way of stilling time. —Mary Ruefle

Cleveland Hopkins International Airport March 24, 2012

Alchemic wishes and wants, memories
and miracles disintegrate—
muted into mythology of lives lived.
A texture felt both like a shadow
and a daydream or the loss of time found.

View from Main Terminal, Cleveland Hopkins International Airport, March 24, 2022, 2:27pm

It’s ok. A sense of panic is inevitable
when half of this year is behind us.
Please promise me you’ll decorate
for Christmas in July, and in between
all the holiday seasons after I’m gone.

Westlake, OH March 23, 2012, 9:07am

Even machines take time to integrate
their learnings. Make the pause sacred
inside this constant state of readiness.

shadowbox

Paradise, Oakland, CA, July 2022

Summer funerals, holiday funerals, GoFundMe™ funerals
become parades of divinity serving a false purpose:
time progresses. Thrust takes the shape of a noun
and a verb; slow entry
repetition is seduction is violence is compliance.
Mutilated men archive intimacy inside avarice
and finger the crumbs left behind.

escape as an active present tense

1994, Berlin, October 2017

We seem to be trending, again.
That familiar sense of ascension,
of a ride. Time given, if we may be honest.
Relentless associations: abortion and rape,
vengeful anger and ketchup-stained walls,
parasocial relationships; unaware and informed.
Is my morning bus late or did it simply not show up?
July arrives. Come, unknowing.