Spinning gloriously out of control,
collections of frontier lore
presently I found myself approaching
you think fires start by themselves?
This is the best part of the edge
where one is not oneself.
The warm bath of physical
dissolution, the one real part
of one's temporary personality.
Where does the desire for ethical
action come from? What makes
us want to be ethical?
The great satisfaction of seeing
someone else punished for a deed
of which we know ourselves
They just mean to be insulting.
I don't know what you want me to
say. What? Whatting a what?
Wanting a what? When you
kiss me I want to die.
Winner and still champion.
And, I realized this was
my thing. To let it fill up
and - don't get hurt or dead -
just as nice - to let it
all run out again.
The rest was easy, well, this is
what the voice whispered to me:
"There was a time when I couldn't
complain, but now it's you."
There was no top bolt, the catch
gave, there was a time I was happy
to know you, I climbed in and pulled
the drapes off my face. No, there is
no good here.
Collaged from: Californication DVD box back copy, Nabokov's Lolita and Pale Fire, Gaddis's Carpenter's Gothic and the Recognitions, Mary Jo Bang's Alice in Wonderland, Weisenburger's Gravity's Rainbow: A Companion, Schutt's All Souls, Whedon et al's Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Roche's Wetlands, Ralph Wiggum the Book, Fiery Furnances's Lost at sea, Baudelaire's Beat Up the Poor, Chandler's The Big Sleep. RA = Reappropriated Ambivalence.-