Craig Kite, “Damn that was a dark speech

Damn that was a dark speech.

Craig Kite

Carnage on the front page one day after inauguration. Surprised by how much a clown car can eat. Rung out by the shade thrown on the peaceful transition of dimension. I want a girlfriend who doesn’t know anything about politics to talk to me about meditation. And levitate through layers. Of rainbow cake. And licking the spoon. And press down into discs. Cookie dough sound on wax paper. Ontological anxieties dormant like the trees. Instead I’m eating my feelings with only salad. At least I can afford to eat my feelings. I constantly fear getting fat meanwhile I’m withering away. Waste not want not have not fear not. The haves have only power and fear, bleached assholes and thin skin. Self-obsessed in front of monument. Ctrl-Alt-Fact and now I’m rich. Even my cat sneezes gold dust and does magic tricks. I feel lonely for the first time in years. Like I care. It feels nice. And also hurts. I’m always dumping Tinder dates. The rain pelts at my window. the cold kind that crashes and reminds of a good read. And a clock that has no hands. And a girl who has no plans and has hope that you might change. When those two words weren’t just political slogans. When -those three words- weren’t something you forced through the mirror. Were pillow talk. And naive. Said just because you could. Yes we did. I blank you. I blank out. And fill the void. With politics.