farther on in addressing the public

pass by
the sex we might have had
flitted across a thousand screens
then i closed my eyes
and the combination of those two things made me almost believe it happened

big game i talk
but make believe
is where i live out everything (that i’m not even sure i want)
brains are like planes–they can take you somewhere
but you might have to pop a xanax to get through the flight

farther on
i crushed the light.
so will we buy a new bulb
or call it a spade and buy a new house,
new houses, separate ones, one for each of us.

a dark cloud looms over my inevitable future
its message is that my abhorrence of critical thought
and general distaste for all things philosophical
will lead me to disintegrate
either into nothing or into the very thing i hate

for love has no place in such debates
and i regard it as a topic that should be confined to poetry,
art,
dance
and dreams.