I hang up and continue my walk down Broadway
The rapture of the setting crimson continues to consume the earth
Schools of simple, young minds weave down the pavement to their Saturday festivities
Some check out the new Blade & Timber
Some the new Avengers
Others file neatly into their favorite soma milkshake bars,
Donning their west coast white puff uniforms
If being simple means preoccupying myself with trivialities,
Then I don’t want to anesthetize myself;
I want to feel the pain of life
I want to take a violent bite out of a lemon
I want to lick the grapefruit film
I want my movie to end in tragedy -
Because tragedy is real
Tragedy is imperfection
The grapefruit is imperfection
I want my loved ones to bawl their eyes out when I’m gone
And screw their faces in acrid impermanence
That will be my last bittersweet gift to them
For Further Reading…
- On Imperfection, check out my visual poem Gifts of Imperfection
- On Corporeal cravings, check out my visual poem Animal in a Modern World
- On Instagram, check out my vignette Beautiful girls of Instagram