I'm Insane! I'm Not Insane!
My friends think that fawning over D-list celebrities in the super market
is neither cool
Nothing is really impressive or interesting.
Revolting from eating your breakfast of plain toast is neither impressive nor interesting.
nor is reporting falsely and quietly when you actually feel like breaking the world’s posture
nor is the color burnt orange even though it is reminiscent of butternut squash (and you love butternut squash don’t you?)
nor is people asking if you’re okay or people asking if you’re not
nor is volcanic rock or frankincense or premonitions of empty aspirin bottles
nor is plagiarizing Frank O’Hara’s ideas because even posthumously he probably thought doing cocaine was too banal
nor is the usual quarter life epistemological nihilism and self-ignorance to wearing a man’s neck tie as a t-shirt
nor is marrying a Iranian prince for money
nor is the epoch of one’s superficial scene-y lifestyle where you circumstantially forget someone’s name unless of course they are of a low caliber social stature then by all means
nor is throwing rocks around your bedroom and hearing the boom of the floor dents
nor is missing who you used to be in the kitchen
or in the bedroom
or on the balcony.
nor is shaking without hurricane,