The Absence of Wavelength

Multi-Polar Reality

Never Forget Sour Patch (In The Box)
There’s a war within…

Caught some place hollow
Gimmickerytypegestures
Manipulatedmanifistationsmingling
ConsCONcoctingConcoction
I still can’t put words together
No one to tell me what
I mean, meaning what…to say —
frame, nay, selectwords-artless,
arrang-re the right.write way
onna kaleidoscope spectrum
of shiftingsunsetting horizons
RearrangingREmultiplying
FadingfireworkfizzlingsFalling
down.rain.clouds. Sun-filtered 
flashphotographyFills chlorophylls
of a graybladeless plain inbarrenwaste
of an endless/artlessmind
coldcollecting cottoncandykisses

Blow toandfro through my soul
to other atmospheres streaming.separating
smokeyswirly entrails dissipating —
caughtchugging it all down, move
tothenext empty carb-filled platter
likesome haplessholdenmumbling:nomatterMathers

Time for this? Off chest heavedinthat virtual sea
bargerubbish.barnacledboatbleeding words beneath
a pale blue reaffirmation. ignored
reentered in mothballed ammoniascrubbed
mentalward skullbrainofgellingshit
a dependable RedWagon sits.
Green grass lies. Station wagons honk,
go by with Friends moving away
from a dairy soul — a cavern kept pure and whole
until that first expletive leapt
from the mouth of that rotten kid
smelling of sour apple gum and booger-laced

In the red leather corner alone
Where someonespat I sat everyday
as they laughed, assignedfate. bus rumbled
to asleep myfantasiz-ey revengedaydreamsies

Reality merged apricot colors, wallpaperedwalls
Secondhandsslowspun red on black,round clocks
fullyenvisionablefutility inhaledinside fartcloud
ofdiesel, methane and hot,vulcanized rubber

Last on, last off, every ride until I stare
through shiny,a new box-plate-window
but don’t see anything home-y
like fictional reality. Jibberjabber
flibbity,flippity. Mymoutharudder, stream-
senseless-shit bythehour,and profanity
Andletssee who still has sanity
after I pummel that arthritic kid
downhall, room 213. ding!ding!

I smell a sour patch coming.


9.16.23

What drives the passenger of this bus?
I’m dangerous to a degree when I don’t give a fuck. I can fuck, tho.
You wanted me to make sense and this is what translates. We stop ‘aging’ before 13.