Tuesday, December 13

the six foot dorsal fin

When are you thinking of disappearing? When are you falling off the map? When the unknown that you fear is in the clearing? When your world has gone flat? When you’re waiting for you’re life to be depicted and feeling estrangement from escape? When you packaged up beautifully scripted, insulated with electrical tape? When the famous are getting airborne? When the evacuation is underway and not for all the pot in Rosedale could you possibly get them to stay?

When a blind eye turns to duty? When I’m standing there holding the door saying things like “after you… youth before beauty, and okay… maybe there’s room for just ONE more”? When technology fails, forever changes and hardcore shadows are gone? When what the average age re-arranges is forever certain, forever wrong? When new adventures in electronics and signals are pleasing to the ear? Or when tubes are cooking up distortion meaning the end of suffering is near?

When people have different needs and time smiles on a disciplined mind? When you’re getting kind-sized satisfaction in the turnstiles of the night from all the shaky, pale transactions of the all heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing? When there’s nothing but heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing?

When are YOU thinking of disappearing? When ARE YOU thinking of disappearing?

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