Float Dissolve

cut grass
breathe in
nice smell

mixing broken limbs dissipate count to four please tuck your shirt in

mr.
mrs.
children

skinned knees satisfy countdown please take your clothes off
frustrate delegate mark it on the calendar we know it cannot wait

papertowels
to soak up
the moisture

This is for my ‘electro’ project.

corroded mountaintop wildlife fluffy entrails regarded as the seminal work on the subject
leaning forward into maybe next time nice try unbutton blouse examine insides
no sign of self can be determined
extensive runaway dodge ball parenting tips
it’s ok to hit they said go right ahead and rip everything out
this way there’s no chance of disturbing force-fed fuck ups sinking in their chairs afraid to move
sucking stale air
reaching without much conviction
tears cling for life on the slippery surface of these overused eyes
losing sensitivity like awkwardly positioned trials
close your shriveling doorways you might see what it means to throw away
absorbed by the much talked about pregnant void
please don’t sit her but you can still talk
disregarding repulsive iconic limerics from the past
they can’t bear to move forward searching for half-filled bottles
entirely whispering secrets
do you think anyone’s watching?
chasing paranormal can’t stop giving exchanging one too many piercings
slightly inaudible grinning discretely
where did they all go?
filthy fingernails so ecstatic to spend time wallowing differently
induce vomiting dark colored iris a delighted man
sucking the tongue of life-long misery addicted to entirely misguided curiosity
run backwards exclaiming devising exit plans synthesized leaky memories
entranced by this attractive carcass
whining about twenty-one years making weakling decisions over great distances
soaking sponges in overflowing religion
submerged in frozen incisions

such blissful streams emerge from simply contacting your eyes
watching the body stand still, quietly urging to hold you
to learn everything I casually missed when I had the chance
toy frog mediates a touch that would scatter light throughout me
tears somewhat made of happy that if it never happens again
antique occasions remind me of this is how to experience joy

this smile is made of pulled back hair
opened-toed shoes, feet turned in slightly

if this ghost image I’ve held onto is all I wake up to
it will be forever satisfying in place of someone that is not you

my eyes reflect each little movement as she hurries gracefully, arms slightly bent
each step a kiss to the ground
satin bliss is not acquiring this object
appreciating the quiet space between

and a breeze at night is all
the delicious meal is passing through me

growing flowers finds more happy
don’t cut them, they will wither on their own

i meant it all

Can’t remember if I ever posted this. Lyrics from a song. This basically describes the difficulties I’ve been having over the past year. You can get more lyrics on floatdissolve.

standing in fields staring at portraits of past lovers embracing clouds
bicycles leaning against invoice trees
collecting dust rusting leaves leaving smells behind
hinting at the empty space that was at one time still considered occupied
i feel more like a human today
less like purchased identity
glance at a walk on the each through tiny square lights
cascading these neural nets i at one time referred to as me
but it’s just all rented blue screen performance
clogged washing machine autoerotic computer chair
long hair fucking pieces of a tissue company
taking directions from letting go
this she fantasy disease drooling indigo spirals
beautiful oscillating profile set to private
alcoholic patience patent pending
software manual sits in inbox looks like a billion dead galaxies
and fear drain mixed media casual
buttons fall loose of thin white thread full stomach cracked cuticle grin
every keystroke screams of i’ve been here too long

don’t alright sweetie

I don’t know you but I know that
You and I would be good together
In my head we stay in bed and
Feel content in my made up reality

I have splinters in my hands
From grabbing at something without looking
Browsing the sky for signs of life
Spill the water on the floor sometimes
Trip on paper bags filled with glass
Well worn shoes that might need a shine
It’s fine to hid your head instead
To breakthrough development freeforms just in time

It’s probably not the way to do this
External maternal patriarch dead now
I probably shouldn’t express this impulsive emotion but
From the shape of your face I can tell I like you.

I’m not very good at the in-between
Uncertain garage sale discount one way
Plastic money falling from trees
I can see these things perfectly
Vinyl figurines wont leave me, pass them
While we make our way to the end of the hallway
Pay for tickets to flip the switch
If it doesn’t make sense we need to join together and figure it out

and then realize this can all be ripped apart at any moment.
reconfigured
forcing to go deeper into boring
merging with out there
there is a she already here
keep the wrists elevated
every key stroke screams of i’ve been here too long
patience confused with dull

the first type of disappear is hiding
this kind is becoming
blank smiling smothered calcium eyes
save money from a true self exposure

standing in a field looking at portraits of past lovers embracing clouds
bicycles leaning against invoice trees
collecting dust, rusting leaves
leaving smells behind
hinting at an empty space that was once occupied
i smell more like a human today
less like purchased identity
glance at a walk on the beach through tiny square lights
cascading these neural nets i at one time called ‘me’
but it’s all just rented blue screen performance
clogged washing machine
autoerotic computer chair
fucking pieces of a tissue company
taking directions from letting go
this she fantasy disease
drooling indigo spirals

don’t alright sweetie

beautiful oscillating profile set to private.
alcoholic patience
patent pending
software manual sitting in inbox looks like billions of dead galaxies
and fear drain mixed media casual

buttons fall loose of thin white thread full stomach cracked cuticle grin

so just listen to cold water flowing through rusting pipes. pushing past sediment families, disappearing with too much unresolved feeling. the faucet drips, counting each moment with agitation. the previous year has been archived but we can assure you that they paid.

shampoo, perfume, fabric softener, chewing gum and the instant her skin breaks sweat. damp thoughts.

what is being built with every breath. every key depression. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
suddenly nothing means everything.

animated materials stamped with smiley faces. there’s sunlight in all of my fingernails
everyday more proof our perception can’t be trusted. unreliable and all we have. we grasp at words to separate this one thing into billions of pieces so trust in habits becomes validated. let’s get married because it means more . it carries more conversations and saves us from touching on those things nobody else wants. but do we find more processing. do we find less worrying. drive with more metal, less metal.

we don’t just forget our dreams we actually believe we don’t have them.

plastic straws poke ageless gadgets extracting busy bodies. don’t disdain what looks like not working. you scurry around from here to there overflowing with complaints because sitting still is frightening. it’s ok. i know it is.