in fact

there are no opposite humans.
it is silly to say so. in fact,
what the fuck is an opposite
and what would be the opposite
of one human being? today
we look out upon landscapes.
everything we touch we no longer
know how to relate to.
we are in our cars, so it's not
very romantic, and it calls for more
poetry. after all,
the body in use is the anti poem.
skin functioning as the epicenter.
the body in use is the
real poem. direct exposure to the
functioning events. so if i seem to be
preoccupied with my earthly accounts,
even after dipping my feet into these
here seas of oblivion, it is because they are
the things that are limited. it is
their nature. they are married, no,
they are opposites to time.
therefore the same.
inseparable. inconclusive.
you start seeing your sight and
then it never stops. don't you see,
we are not smart enough to tell
the difference. we need to recognize,
make use of our competitive edge. beer,
body, color, vapor, sound, memory.
that's the real question:
will we be able to keep our memory?
automatically this creates
potential for the anti. but
you have to say fuck it, fuck it
all, you must forget, and in
fact, fuck this.