12/9/17 2:27AM
“Holland” -Brad Melhdau Trio, 2012
The absurd creeps in sometimes
It’s heard in the monotone squeal of trash videos, with no sound the camera hums
It’s the day the most metal dude you know gets too drunk at 11am, when you can help your fellow man
It’s seen in bizarre shadows of common animals, stretching in grimace across parking lots
It’s the usual suspects, the people you’d exactly expect
to be at an off-main barbecue joint on a night with little meaning
It’s enforcing rules with freshman,
trying to roll for initiative when all I can think about is gambling with
raven haired dice
You flippant fate
It can pervade entire days
Or is it mania
Is it beercans gone to ruffians
I didn’t need those anyway
It’s the moments when you can get high to preaching beatnik, lullaby in Moloch!
It’s the times when Charles Bukowski makes you fall in fake love with anyone, goddamn anyone
It’s the liaisons with nicotine, taking back the thrill of freezing outside alone
Whatever the butterfly
beat its wings at, blows