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tv static & seltzer
tv static tastes like seltzer
does my blue smell the same to me
as it does to you?
is anyone else afraid of being swallowed
up by the whole?
I see a spider weaving webs of dreams,
spewing hypnotic venom all over the beach…
its body swirling with features of faces,
volunteers who have donated and detonated
themselves willingly, who have distorted
their true nature in order to make themselves
seen…
this is the most absolutely authentic fake shit
on the planet — coated and shined and oozing
neon pinks and greens…
it’s hard-luck genetics, rippling up the vine —
I’m telling you, life is as tough as a cob
I kinda hate the idea of people watching me
talk to people who aren’t there…
ugh, and the crowd is getting way too close,
you feel it? it’s now getting harder to breathe…
this smart guy from my past, returned
through the ages, and he asked me, seriously,
does knowledge have a shape?
I didn’t know what to say…because this place
it reeks like madness and despair,
and it’s a bad lesson to teach your kids
that ‘he who hesitates is safe’
because they will forever be entrenched
in a sort of benign mode of procrastination,
and that’s never a state you want to be in…
so I’m left with this: I don’t care how much
shit you have stored in your basement,
if you cannot cast away your treasures,
you will inevitably become ensnared by them…
so yes, tv static tastes like seltzer, but my blue
doesn’t always smell the same as the blue of you
Franco Amati 2024
