Last Night Ends Here – Ryan Bry
July 31, 2019
THE INVEGA SUSTENNA CURE
IT ROTS IN ME /// SOUR AS BEER /// THE HIPPIE CURE /// THE DIRTY CURE /// IT BOILS WITHIN ME LIKE /// AN ACIDITY COMPLEX /// CANDYMAN SMILES /// HE ALSO ALWAYS SMILES /// AWAY /// BECAUSE MY BITE IS FADED /// LIKE THE PHOTOGRAPHS /// OURS ARE CRISP /// DOLLARS /// YOU WANT SOME /// SWALLOWING CHALK AGAIN EVERY DAY /// SPILLING FLOWER MANIA /// THE CHAINS MAKE NOISE AGAINST THE GROUND /// DREAMS OF SILVERFISH /// CROWDING AGAINST THE MIND /// WHERE WE ARE ABUSED /// BY PATTERNS INSTEAD OF AWED /// WHAT NUMBER IS MY CURE /// 234 /// IT ROTS IN ME /// SOUR AS BEER /// MY GHOST RAGES AGAINST /// WHAT IT CAN /// AND WHAT IT CAN’T /// GET ME DOWN TO SWEETNESS /// BUT MAKE IT BITTER /// FOR THE INVEGA SUSTENNA CURE /// IS STILL SWILLING IN MY CAVITY /// LIKE AN ASPARTAME SANDWICH /// SILLY AND CLAMMY /// WE CAN WORK WITH THIS /// BUT IT WON’T GET ME OR YOU /// VERY FAR /// IT ROTS IN ME /// SOUR AS BEER
when people see me and they just see the video of me
geronimo exits a wasteland in may
drum-line confiders wash like well-wishers
the goal of fourteen regulation fifa nets
is to be the goal. when verbatim checks
out you verbatim respond by “less is more,”
check up sunshine the dormitory moves
like a slipper on your dreaming toe
elegantly chum the wheeze
feel not weary in the droll
vanilla-grey skyline we put up
the feeders for the birds
the power of grace knows truth
like the little things that matter
to you in the hour of free energy
the line-up of windows
scour a true lip
in the sunrise
of tomorrow’s
sunrise