THE FALL (LOOKED PRETTY BAD)™ IP Bundle

the fall (looked pretty bad)

u r the shadow of the angel slain

by the false carnage in the distance.

u fall to earth. do u smell the shit

of the beasts u believed to be extinct?
kansas no more. no wonderland either.
as the sky bleeds out, the edges

of cartoon creatures blur into light,
a light that u can hold in ur hands
as soon as the shaking

stops. u check ur pockets
for loose nuts & candy & maybe
a letter, note, memorandum of sorts

but nada. ur skin is sticky to the
touch. dipped in tar perhaps.
ur device can’t connect to

the network. then it dies. stupid,
classic situation, u think, u seem
to recall this happening before,

as in, before the fall. for what
comes next we shall see. polite
hallucinations come and go.

the whole wide world is but a feeling
a comedown. a simulation. a dead
singer can still sing. the stench

of petrol at the purple hour
or burning paper on the eleventh
day of spring. forget spring,

gear up for heritage, whispers
& the drowsy paranoia of summer.
u can’t keep pretending u know

nothing. at nightfall a lone girl sleeps
in a hospital bed, lit candles on her
faint body enhancing the room

into 4K. but. she is wounded.
she has fallen. ah. where
were u when it happened?

caught in some headlights, for sure.
be not afraid. this is how it is
written in the old book

tho it leaves out the military
& the fascistic. at least after
a while. now the buzzing has

returned. damnit. it’s always some
parasite or something. anyway
she awakes now. yawns

looks around. have we met
in the past, she asks. no clue
u say. huh. not much of a life

ur living. she laughs. her spine
seems damaged. she stares.
u hit your head pretty hard

she tells u. hmmm, u stutter
inexplicably embarrassed. i’ll be
right back, u promise, & go inspect

that buzz. pretty soon u have
walked way too far. ur denim
ripped & ur eyes ache

from the trucolor dawn – it is
dawn now. again. u r reminded of
the cold plexiglass of the window

pane. not a nice feeling.
whatever it was u were looking for
won’t be reached. u weren’t aware

that what u have lost was
even yours to begin with.
ur pretty thirsty. last night’s

Marfa lights were exceptional,
unholy. yeah maybe it’s cars
but cars r unholy too. plus

there is a lie of smog and sunsets
there is a lie and a liar. or just plain
ol’ nostalgia. turn back now. now

take in the landscape, the moment,
the frozen reeds of the saltmarsh.
dream urself awake. now focus

now it is a warehouse. now
the girls r many. hospital beds
by the hundreds. everyone

has hit their head. hard. yeah.
finally some sense can be gleaned
from the fear of dispossession.

now she is gone but u r roused.
now the shaking stops. now it
is crystal clear & lossy.

now the light lodges at the core
of everything u know. try
and hold it. go on. now

the tall grass melts into
the sea. u feel sick. u feel
blessed.