eighties songs

it’s so hard to be easy
and easy to be hard

the afterlife
telling you to be here now
subliminal preachers
the three branches of post-structuralism
that i keep forgetting
not that it matters
we are post-post by now
beyond the beyond
consciousness has become quaint
bodies can be altered
taken in at the seams
coming apart the seams

we flow between worlds
in different time zones
electronic butter
spread across everything
we consume

to fall asleep
once again
by the light of dawn’s breath
staring through the windshield
of the car you used to own
looking at love from a distance

parkinglot

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