cold one

it was a cold one, but not yet cold enough, look all we know is that when certain songs are playing, we realize that it is true, we've not quite rid ourselves from all those remnants of hope yet, I mean look here, we're still writing about hope in the shadow of the dark president, our words don't find ears anymore, but eyes, logical eyes, yet today we watch movies, tonight we cook dinner, tonight we dilute our blood with the knowledgable vibration of necessary pleasure, we can't get it out of our fucking ears, so let's not waste time with words full of hope

there is a colder way, a colder way between those noises everywhere telling the lying melodies of peace and pleasure, a colder way underneath the faces we detach from between the hopeless light of days, a colder kind of money even, as dry as your watermarked cheeks, they've finished burning, they're in black and white now, and if you stare at this page long enough you may hope to experience the emergence of some magic eye image buried in all these important angles, but please don't waste your time attempting such a interested gesture for you will certainly be disappointed, nevertheless your eyes will bore themselves under even the stupidity of another inbox of emails, and there you'll be, tricked again into searching for what must be there, what you don't care to see, not using the green eyes god gave you (but who would take the time to capture such a notion about your eyes anyway?), yes you've left them out on the coffee table and there you are without a care in the world, a reverie they might call it, but why use such a pretty word (it's beauty determined by some fraction of its foreignness no doubt), why waste the vibrating time of three whimsical syllables, that very time shackled into articulated sounds, why attach a pathetic name to that time which your mind has not the care to endlessly reorganize, that time which your mind has found itself creating, has discovered and secretly indulges in as a crucial byproduct of that tired articulation of endlessness. don't give it a name, and don't aim your deadly thoughts at inorganic matter