untitled September 30

finding swarms of flies droning
in my eyes
like slippery floor mid-fall
dog-bark in my face the bridge snapping across
tables turning over birthday dullday parties
laquer lack some punch
stare blankly at the screen
dance and write of dancing
go out and start believing something else,
sweet sweat of nostalgia glistening in your hair
don’t remind myself of past struggle struggle is so hollowing to existence.