Cynical Modernism.

There’s a moment of silence that they always leave out in telling the story,
Really it’s more of that silly thing we all do where we sit on our hands,
We lean in for the times that someone has something to say,
It’s usually more of accidents and pointing out all the things that we couldn’t find in ourselves,
It’s that strange moment where someone opens the screen door and the other follows, closing itself so someone new can enter,
Say a few things and sit down,
Low heat, it’s for later, just bring it to a simmer,
We find the things that really do need to be as the funniest,
Those moments that can’t feel real,
Well tomorrow will show us,
It’ll tell you again about what happened,
Good god, I just want you to be,
You understand it too I think,
Future days talk, I have that strange feeling,
A few too many minutes in the shower,
The quiet minute after I’ve met them all again,
I keep finding you in silence though.
Hold your breath with me.

You see life is like that. We change, that’s all. You see, the guy I am now is not the guy I was then. If the guy I was then met the guy I am now he’d beat the shit out of me. Those are the facts.

SLC Punk! (1998)
pukeboy:

ph. Pierre Debusschere, Raf’s Army

pukeboy:

ph. Pierre Debusschere, Raf’s Army


cap blanc nez, France

cap blanc nez, France

“A poem has secrets that the poet knows nothing of.”

Stanley Kunitz (via theparisreview)