In The Pickle Aisle

[Exit]

In The Pickle Aisle 


I


And yet there is still this sickening fucking hole in us
that reasons without reason,
acts without cost
and cherishes without love.


II


And now there are memes—finite little facsimiles of thought—to crush down to dust
our finite imagination.


III


You are a wolf

You are splendid

you are wild.


IV 


A memory covers a jacket
covers every syndrome 

A memory coats every jacket of our youth with

Memories coat every jacket of our youth

Memories coat every jacket of our youth with money and
sex


Bag


A ridden doe




I don't care
I don't care
there's a lot of words up there



Meaning yawns.
Bored now. 
Bored of itself.

Till I thought of you.

Kept thinking I'd be


V


Shoot your face off.
It won't hurt
and no one will notice


VI


I'm a laser 

of pure

undiluted 

joy