you look better

A Conversation in the Time of Galamatias

Our salad days are filled with bitter herbs and intractable roots—
Not so much a salad, but a melange
Of weeds and thistles—
Indelicate things in our mouths.
Every bite a mouthful of rot and offal—
Awful offal.
The kakistocracy is installed in the cupboards
The cups are off on a two week vacation in Marienbad.
We are mystified and malnourished.
Now I’ve had my wine…
And you look better than you did twenty minutes ago.
And you say:
The sky is a massive hole tonight—
My precious lucida is eating the universe:
I can lay down and go to sleep.
The lights are receding
And the darkness is strangely pleasing.

What I’m Reading:

“History is something that very few people have been doing while everyone else was plowing fields and carrying water buckets.”

— Yuval Noah Harari / Sapiens

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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