sometimes we are the half of life
jaw floored variety of bored like a
post-dose-nod-ona-klono-pin-wheel-spin
72 rpms back to back to back
well-placed commencement at the very end of some
ego-trip-sleepwalk-to-certain-degree-of-destination
got there with your body and realize back there
somewhere your spine fell out
drinking wine until you pass out flopped around ina
sorry omega-threesome like a caterpillar hanging out
legs
you check your gps for self-locus flower
stop accepting all substitutes-imposters-splenda-and-cancelled-checks
go long and selfless beyond the ego panic attacks
get the train back on track and loosen all ties. free the suspension
beyond the words so trite and truismic
here and now we conjure ourselves in flashes again and again
until we reach some static in the attic
we need not be cardboard we are
solid tangible statuesque ennui
#katyamills
from the archive
remix 2010
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