For Good or For Bad, I'm Back (Signature Drink)

Signature Drink

One word is merely an echo of another, slow in meaning and variation
Statement falsified by apathy, domesticity suspend
Intangibility of stockbrokers and sound
Gray branches come to conquer--any city can exist in sound and linger until stale
Acoustic choices nestle in disappointment but only after research
No keys in pockets: the wind chimes are just fucking with you,
the joke seems inadequate and tired
The box doesn't work anymore so ignore it in favor of spatial relationships
Think superficially, please, now it's only resemblance
Selection disseminates pain later than sooner
and the waiting in the delay is a transparent illusion
of stasis and enrapture--jeans manufacturers comfort psychiatric complications
by calling it the flux of sex appeal.
Grammatical structure can be so earnest.
Pointing to disappointing, to seeing: come what may,
what will, what shouldn't
Postulation in terms of indexicality, you're not fooling anyone except yourself
Too smart to lack substance and find self-defense in contraception
Pick a euphamism and stick to it, establish a rhetoric and a clever name,
Accept a place and PIN--it may not mean anything, but it means something to me:
I can pretend.
If bad poetry is written by good people,
good poetry wrought by and wielding sin/infamy/slander
Here's the prime meridian, dual mediocrity and misconception
and miscarriage, crumpled and nudged farther away from actual acknowledgment
from me and you and everyone in the adjoining room.
Play footsie with the girl in ribbons and tattoos
with baseball gloves quiet in a winter closet, and sex a makeshift shelter
Send me mixed signals and long-distance calls for show of conscience
I'll invite the devil from the details and join her at the bar
as soon as we decide to switch on the laugh track
Automatic writing is still a degree of calculation, after all.
Pre-emptive fortification of facades already underway
Fissures spreading and, told they were beautiful and worth the price of admission,
I bettered my opinion of them.
But veins will be pulled and spun into a sheet
To cover them for ten months or longer
While we're gone I'll call it sabbatical and pretend that I agree, if only for my sake
I was only ever on the periphery before I was drawn in--
the guilt is in taking the blow if it is not you that is taken.