Domestic Violence

The shift is half strategy half laziness and exactly disenchantment with anything half anything half anything half anything halves-- the shift is an amber saddled trapdoor in the back the reporter's mind when we call clairvoyance disorder because we find it and it's got no morals but the truth/Dorris Day and Lady Day induced to phases in an infomercial for lotion you're watch on the way to the coast, packing your hopes into a way of coasting all the way there on your terrible adolescent patience, more than half paced and won't give up slang for you or be any less hanging on to anger as a kind of purifying, as kind of not there but always there, natural resource thing that injures peace so it needs us... It all began with an irrational fear of the irrational, fear that it would leave unless we injured it into needing us, and it was everything you had ever loved conveniently puzzled into one living breathing human being so subtle and so blatant, hush puppies and beautiful navels, so afraid of losing us, they banned our dances and saddened our good polygamy with some shant, some shanty shitty excuse for a planet to shed its facts for business, for issues shipped from thinair and made to look like what they barely ever seen but don't like to look like an understanding of... the body, the dancer's body is a spy speaking ego like I was five egos ago spying on my hideout body and those who orbit it shiftlessly looking for an entrance got me moving the black and blue dots off their eyes in a hero-glyphic anti-nihilism stride, replacing them with semioclasms, darn that dream some, a dance set to muffled streams of the Ray Charles version of America the Beautiful and performed in a boxing ring in Vietnam with an all french speaking audience, all members of the colonies, all Senegalise men and their asain brides, they have other brides too, as many as they can afford to feed... I wake up proving it... when Ray's done singing he embraces the fighter, the gloves on his eyes make like shovels and kick the dirt off your soul but you frantically run after it from sea to shining    , so-- what the shift is/ is picking the right time to go blind and the right time to finally choke the echo tree with real questions, it's not even bold to see again, What kind of boat is this? The Ark. I told you once.