Let me put my face on
for Ed Friedman and Bob Rosenthal The new hot Constitution living and breathing down my neck with a stick around disco optimism that’s cool to swap out all the tuggable threads of a soundtrack you’re good at half-remembering the lyrics to Rules were meant to be broken under the thumb of a modern major general or a burnout ER doctor on a bad day who gets seven is a lucky number but would it be so bad to hack off one or two and let the others live? Like maybe Saturdays especially after dark when the reasons you stop breathing really pop off I gather that letting go is what a private ontology of the political needs to get itself together You have to exhale before hoisting new air up to the polycule of self-evident ideals as recognizably unreconcilable as compassion and cruelty whose expression is built on the same air that’s forever open to ungovernable storms We all want to put our face on a dollar bill but then it gets spent for a new sharp axiom that says corporations aren’t just people they’re the only people when what we need to love is another sort of company
Bicycle ritz cracker pizza delivery
Do ideas have to be ideas of something? That’s like asking if the stars that are out are out to get you I’m already lost in thought as though thought was a foreign city a Teaneck of crystal vapors where it’s easy to get directions but not to a place Like turn into this alleyway and then turn into the culinary equivalent of trying to draw a bicycle from memory Most bike memories are abstract thataways gnostic as a branch in a dog’s mouth that wonders how hard can acting on a plan be? And then you find out I’d settle for being an example as opposed to what it’s an example of It’s true I think highly of myself but I’m afraid of heights or at least don’t think much of them Most ideas think they are onto something but most thoughts don’t have a clue of what they’re up to It’s like you and I never met anyone but each other This is so us we say as we read the pizza recipe on the back of the Ritz cracker box and put our helmets on