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this will be our lives for the rest of now

this is what has become of me. note the notes of anxiety in the face and eyes, and in the way I am skittishly placed in a place never far from the computer. this is the academic factory where I will act away the rest of my life until Friday, when every paper is produced, every candle burned, and every bit of poverty pushed out of the land of the living. until then, I shall be half-alive, crushed under the weight of my awaiting imagination, the impending steps of structured learning, and the rain-globe of Chapel Hill.

it is clear that we have both been engulfed and what’s more to come is to come undone. oooooooh fun!

metaphotos: Many Matts and a Ladybug

It’s not like I promised you a poem part II, or promises must be kept like pictures-in-a-box

I gave you the poem I promised, and now we release it into the world for those who find it in the blahg-box of this space!

[A picture-poem in a poem]

There he sat, one cool cat
by the window, while the nighttime

walls were cut up by ribs of light.
I tried to put him on a piece of
paper, but the spirals stuck my

fingers and I was pipped to it.
The music was torn from my
ears, ripped to pieces on the coffee

table I’d sanded with my own two hands.
So I made a shelf of broken things and
drank to it three times, and every glass that

evaded my skin I decided to immortalize.
I ran again to the pen but once again
there was no ink to fill the film of note-

pad and I could not even start to begin.
The poem was so elusive and I found a
piece in a ceramic cup and another glued

to the tips of the keyboard’s keys before me.
I even went to a village of surprises like
little mushrooms in a cluster to muster

the words for my constant lucid daydream.
I went running back to the first place I’d seen,
skeddadling across the kitchen as if I weren’t

always departing from my original wishing.
I could not bear to care any more after
this thorn in my thumb and I tried to think it into

a movie on my shelf where I could watch it later.
In the end my sore thumb was soothed but
only after the cold steel of a camera button cooled me
and I found that there I’d put all that I was seeking.

love,
eduardo and friends