the best i can hope for

a cancelling out to pure tones
a reconciliation  of clash
the producer's dream 
inside the wrong person 
everything seems lost

alligator roadkill

the hot pavement

felt nice

on his cold belly

until he got

hit by a semitruck

on cruise control

going 

sixty-five mph 

in the sun

he dried up

to the size and shape of a turtle

and the wind blew him back into the water

then he didn't feel anything

without a family to bury him 

he soaked up the lake water 

of whose comfort he ventured from

and swam away in every direction 

where semi trucks never come from and never arrive or drive over

the condition of being nowhere

 

traversion

youtube recommended page after breakfast 

three videos then back on mattress 

roll over to the right, the left, the right again

pull the blanket up, get hot

languidly shakingly reach 

toward space bar atop desk

listening to music now at least

listening to music going 

nowhere always

inhabiting distances never arriving

at absolutes always still 

here and always here because i crave everything now

i can't wait and i can't walk but i can crawl 

towards the next as it shifts

into the next further 

distance never arriving

im here i say can't you find me?

around the corner next to the gold car

don't you see it, don't you see me next to it?

i can hear you can't you see me

can't you?