This poem is dedicated to Dylan Richards because I promised to dedicate a poem to him (but it should probably actually be dedicated to certain philosophers in my life (NOT Jean-Paul Sartre))

This poem is dedicated to Dylan Richards because I promised to dedicate a poem to him (but it should probably actually be dedicated to certain philosophers in my life (NOT Jean-Paul Sartre))







I keep trying to pin my heart on my sleeve
but the pins fall out
I tried to glue a window to my soul
and that didn’t work either

low gloom
esoteric long round murmur
a tangled incantation
stark wisps
goofy mumbles
antiquated ritual
in the thick murk
we invoke terse moans
through a lens
at a shallow angle
there’s an orange and a blue side to everything
light becomes untangled