Here lies…
Here lies recumbent
slumber to an insomniac. Man that hurt, my mind is getting stupider by the day
& I have to consult web dictionaries because my vocabulary is diminishing. An
access issue. I’ve switched off part of my brain to preserve my sanity. Mentally
and emotionally exhausted. Better to make animal noises or what the pentecostals
call talking in tongues. I do it in the car, where nobody can hear. It feels
good to do so. It had got to the point where I was recording everything and the
observer effect is felt because one is always self conscious not to sound
crazy. That one’s utterings adhere to standard historical modes of artefact.
For now I prefer the unrecorded. That which passes forever into space
untranslated into text. Vibrations are good said Wilson Brian. Is it clear I
like the Beach Boys? I listen to them every day. Because of those good
vibrations and joyous balmy seaside thrills. I could quite easily move to the
tropics and wear shorts and savats every day.
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Malachi Doyle 2022.
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