getting old:
being told
names of thoughts
you thought you thought

Nihilism Simulacrum Dada Postmodern Existential Absurd Mad

getting old is
getting is old


"All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience."
– Johann Wolfgong von Goethe

Act One

Table-edge straight, I'm one who never found
girls pretty save for when envy
hits and always made them fast boys wait.
But now I want a lover and I want him gay,
and if you happen to be in a mid-life-identity
crisis, I want him you, specifically.
You could talk all day about Shakespeare
and dead white plays in our classroom
that is your stage, and I would only
quietly sit.
We could flit around cafes. I would try
and drink up all the art, which
solely wakes up all your hearts
and not feel sleepy.
We could lie around in bed
and trace the line uttered by
some god between where your body
ends and mine starts.
We willl forever be apart.
We could lie and laugh
about the men of our lives.

(for Tuxqs)

Deus ex Machina

Because of all the coming and the going and the staying in between.
Your leaving ............................ is the machine of the god is the end
..................
...................of our non-beginning

Something To Talk About
Badly Drawn Boy

I've been dreaming
Of the things I've learnt
About a boy who's bleeding
Celebrate to elevate
The joy is not the same without the pain

Ooooooh...

Ipso facto
Using up your oxygen
You know I'm shallow
Calling out for extra help
You've got to let me in
Or let me out

Oooh something to talk about
Oooh something to talk about
Oooh Oooh Oooh

I've been dreaming
Of the things I learnt

About a boy who's leaving

Nothing else to chance again
You've got to let me in
Or let me out

Oooh something to talk about
Yeah something to talk about
Oooh Oooh Oooh