MADE FOR YOU AND ME 1: hive Being (Stanzas 2016—part 37)
Let's workshop this stanza sequence about 80s photos, prison, celebrities, fighting sleep, blood in the streets, woke archeology, weeds, tween leotards, acid reflux, cancer, preoccupation with death
thread from prison towels when floss is not permitted minimalism puts the least amount of neck on the line the sun was once the most sensible candidate for god 1980s-style school headshots complete with laser effects and portrait superimpositions any guiding ideal, even if designed as a nonjudging being of pure mercy, cannot help but judge merely in being a guiding ideal “Stop letting past failures stop you,” says the Emerald Ambot, the synth opening on Survivor’s “Moment of Truth” eating, shitting, anything— climaxing—the first time after HIV positive results black gum lines of capped teeth: celebrities now even in their teens Meg Ryan face injections Dennis Avener one mouth, two people— James Earl Jones, Sigourney Weaver Cameron Diaz in Annie— Pit, Pat, Pot, or Holler David the Gnome a retard’s pudding the mania of owning an escape that outlives the prison guilt in the presence of unused possessions newfound artifacts reawakening cultural awareness if it thrives on its own, it is most likely considered a weed knife-throwers doubting themselves in the hush of the circus crowd kissing before the farewell even though—or is it precisely because?—we are going as one one of the greatest tricks the devil ever pulled, so it would seem, was convincing blacks to crumble into a teary ball any time they heard the word “nigger”—but the trick is on the devil if people are merely faking the hurt a land where archeologists virtue signal to such a degree that they abandon the evidence-backed migration thesis in favor of creations myths (which say the soil from which the natives (literally) sprouted was American, not African the bum, not having the destinations for delays ever to pose concern, feels special watching suits frustrated on the paused train they are smart to you because they talk about what they can clothing restrictions for the prison marriage ceremony when the remedy requires suspending one’s better judgement heads bobbing, rolling the chest, fighting sleep the ghost of the mainland on the horizon a family portrait that is simply a landscape painting the sun beats many of the more popular candidates for god walking familiar forest trails to conquer noble idleness avoiding friends once they have seen your cowardice hosing blood along the street to the gutter from the wrong class to be an academic, as signaled in the codes those who, having wasted their lives, lure the youth to follow disrupting the tribal ceremony enough, the animal becomes integrated into it perhaps in moments where we feel certain people ought to be rooted out like garden weeds, we should think back to moments in our own lives where we were close to taking a path that would have made us a “weed” A says, “the better humans will be once truth spreads to them”; B says, “so long as what is spread really is truth”; C says, “and more important is if we can stomach it the terror of finding that even the authorities have fled their posts search the faces of others to work out how to feel about what is happening to us listen to the reporter of what happened to us to find out what happened limpid jelly builds until deliria as the tween speaks of her longings tween leotard crotch, side-shifted to pee prison dice made from toothpaste and white bread the head-tilt of visual assessment gastric acid hitching a ride on the nose of a burp but getting rid of things to complain about might let the big one stand out saying that you might have cancer, threatening suicide, knocking her up, punching her in the gut— all to get her love back to before she knew you the cause of death—that is first in what we want to know about the person
This is a portion of an ongoing mosaic poem called Made for You and Me. This portion is from the first installment: hive Being (Stanzas 2016-2020). More specifically, it is from the 2016 portion of that five-part work.
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