For Cool Men
Ace boon coon
Ace boon coon
Ace boon coon
Stay-soon as you are
swoon units
starts in dull rumor about
doundounba, the collision of
opposite feelings we call
ambivalence and are busy
refusing to dance
in--stead we eat soggy take-out
together in our circular bed, a hand-me-down from my selective
memory
of when my parents were together: red-velvet drapes and the aroundtheway genetics of the 8Os
and we invent privileges to give ourselves:
Hairspray, lightbright...Is this it, the sheltered life
It feels so safe And dangerous - Ace
boon, the phrase lands, dice falling from a lantern
coon, no room in my light left. Crooners, brighter noises than worry or glee assuming we speak by accident and listen on purpose and the third is the first and the first is the last--
Next time can't we just take over the invisible ghettos in outer space
and evacuate them and then go back and then evacuate again until the real estate is expensive enough and safe and dangerous. The end of suffering, and of private property, and contract-husbands, and we fuck with the windows open, we fight with the cabinets open, we open and open and smudged and open, and all the lucky vowels rub together as a breeze when we jump into these chasm
