Can never forgive
what it's done
to my net worth
– my thinking.
I long for harmony.
Romantic: meaning
either I believe
in an abiding
concept of love
that each participates
according to their ability
and virtues. Or maybe worse,
a yearning towards
the arrival of unconditional
harmony of one's unmet desires
and present nature.
life without transcendental
value is a horror.
Egg with roses blooming
in the mind inside,
agoraphobe dreaming of what
may be found in other people.
I know so little about
the people I love, literature.
Tension grows out of calm,
still life over the funeral card.
Elementary particles, rather than nothing,
is there something. To eat. To see,
to have grown in accordance
with the natural world, there might
be someone in your life, I don't
date, not really, just enough
to bring the fantasy back home.
West of sunset. The lilies
and the birds. Boredom,
now we're texting,
I like your outfit, what's hung
on your wall, how you rattle
consent based ontologies, your
sterling bangles, your Betsey Johnson
slip. Boredom. Thought
it was an asset. Daydreaming
and all that. Mere boredom.