Tyler Fugazzie

free the coral reefs
share my feelings with foreign police
pour blood on porous fleece
revoke fees for my sessions
eventually’s a date to me
defy fate and reach my own feats
with my own two feet
i’ll unfreeze
pay off this corpus lease
forgive, forgive
tour the gorgeous hopeless scenes
and sing choruses for the poorest

pelting droplets
pelting droplets
hanging clouds
i’m hanging out

pelting droplets
pelting droplets
no lines drooping from waist to belt
felting like this chair is soaked
soaking up these rainy rays
feeling stoked
feeling stoked

she rumbles down the stairs
catches the final subway as it’s on its way
catches the final subway as it’s on its way

she stares at the ends
she smiles at the babies
she clips her lips when she sees the lazies

the subway stops
between stops
and she sees a grid thick gray panel
through a window
something unreflected
a Hispanic woman
manning the controls
blue vest
light blue short sleeve button-down,
rolling with a chair
frantically
as all the blinking lights turn red

then the subway gets on its way again

cancel the construction
leave it be
leave as is
it’s only me

reschedule the repairs
leave it be
leave as is
it’s only me

nerf the normalization
leave this
leave it be
leave it as is
it’s only me

a four-armed monster sitting
a four-armed monster standing
a four-armed monster walking
a four-armed god kissing
a two-armed person parading around another two-armed person
two-armed person 1 was well-dressed, born in a silver well
two-armed person 2 was orange, born in a magazine cover
they walked round
hand-in-hand
palm lovers for the time
master voyeur baiters

i want to complain
but i hate complaining
complaining sucks
complaining sucks

nothing gets done
so complaining sucks
my talk and express
call it complaining if you wish
nothing gets done
so complaining’s the best

i won’t complain
i won’t this time
i hate it too much
wasting time

i’ll take my shirt off
and get to work
i’ll take my shirt off and
get to work

i don’t know what it is
when i see a smile
and my heart fissures for the smile-bearer
they look happy
so what is wrong?

it’s not that i think it’s fake, forced
it’s that i can’t divorce the knowledge
that somedays
this smile will be gone
she’ll know pain and injustice
and that’s not fair
it’s that i can’t reverse the awareness
that this person
can be so happy now
and lose it all one day
and it’s not fair
it’s not fair
and it’s weird because i barely know this person
we’re effectively more foreign than strangers
yet i ache more for her doomed experience
than for those of some of the people i claim to love most

1. Famous band practice
2. Large-in-charge hotel
3. Bucolic art shows
4. Underbank board meeting
5. The Shadow Masters Association
6. The Skull and Crossbones Sewer
7. Downtown triannual syzygy
8. Bongo tree lighting festival

i doubt this dinosaur drought
i tell you why

i seen spare bones spread

i’ve avoided femurs, forearms, nails, and teeth
i seen shapes
i seen spare bones spread into frames
the shapes of prehistoric kings

treking rexes
raptured raptors
triumphant triceras

i doubt this dinosaur drought
i see another storm coming

mmm light pollution
nothing is slowing your roll
i dig the ambient lights you create
blurring my eyes is such a christmas tree sight
but i want to see the stars
i can’t tune out these lights

more of us are migrating into cities
losing countrysides
losing starry sights