there is no pain in his arms and I feel cold
Someone To Watch Over Me ~ Jack Vettriano
— Mark Rothko (1903-1970, Russia/USA)
Unsolved Mysteries - Animal Collective
This world could have been so many things and so could I
is this resignation right?
Don’t show my teeth, don’t call that phone
a mechanical fantasy come to life
bright pink, again and again
riding his bike in the rain
long coat flowing out behind him
and you sing
"i think i’ll move back to the country"
well you won’t, you’ll get a job at the mall
and maybe i won’t get a job at all
i like to think it could bring me back
if i lie facedown on the couch for long enough
spaced out, pumped full of dilaudid again
i could still feel as much as i like to think i used to feel then
but in truth i never felt that much
and it’s just the first twenty five or so spring days of the year
that bring me back there now
and then it’s gone
I give myself five days to forget you.
On the first day I rust.
On the second I wilt.
On the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue.
I clean my room on the fourth day. I clean my body on the fourth day.
I try to replace your scent on the fourth day.
The fifth day, I adorn myself like the mouth of an inmate.
A wedding singer dressed in borrowed gold.
The midas of cheap metal.
Tinsel in the middle of summer.
Crevice glitter, two days after the party.
I glow the way unwanted things do,
a neon sign that reads:
Come, I still taste like someone else’s mouth.