remembering sweating together
the summer without cooler air.
we fuck'd, project'd insanity,
then dispersed - true summer time
girl. trying to rise, and
- it's so hot in here
in the middle of the night, at three
ante meridiem. and
- it's so hot in here
as i drag'd an ice-cool'd rag from
neck down back. and
- it's so hot in here
as the single open window vent'd
our steam. and no one remembers
hiding between the negatives. no one
remembers their own foot placement.
and i long for the discomfit of that
oven-apartment, talking with her. and
- just chillin' and drinkin'
have become her life. thirteen on thir-
teen and
- i'm so tired
in the sense of a Kesey character. to lose
everyone when no one was there.
- what the ****
why is this life not over yet?
and being over this, over the readiness
to die. conquer'd once, realizing the
true deception at its reemergence.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
remembering sweating together
the summer without cooler air.
we fuck'd, project'd insanity,
then dispersed - true summer time
girl. trying to rise, and
- it's so hot in here
in the middle of the night, at three
ante meridiem. and
- it's so hot in here
as i drag'd an ice-cool'd rag from
neck down back. and
- it's so hot in here
as the single open window vent'd
our steam. and no one remembers
hiding between the negatives. no one
remembers their own foot placement.
and i long for the discomfit of that
oven-apartment, talking with her. and
- just chillin' and drinkin'
have become her life. thirteen on thir-
teen and
- i'm so tired
in the sense of a Kesey character. to lose
everyone when no one was there.
- what the ****
why is this life not over yet?
and being over this, over the readiness
to die. conquer'd once, realizing the
true deception at its reemergence.
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