People going to bars in suits

The first impression
should be
well formatted
tight neck, pointy but masculine shoes
(as if such a thing exists)
(as if masculine exists)

Everyone leans on their hands
in an intellectual way
they have practiced
while fucking in front of mirrors

Everyone wants to look trendy
so the people with visors
on double-decker buses
can tell all their friends

my hand, through your hand
to your chest, to your feet
are the only connection
to the inside, evidence of my existence

reassuring, yes
pathetic, yes
romantic? In the 50's maybe

I am too ambiguous to handle grunge
I crave the familiar self-loathing melodies
of anyone else but me


I am not unhappy
something worth documenting
An accomplishment in and of itself

try not to move,
try not to do anything at all

m a k e i t l a s t