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A Different Sort of Manifesto (or proofs of solitude) J.D. REICH

3/7/2015

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A Different Sort Of Manifesto (or proofs of solitude) 
 
1,
 
all i can kind of tell you
     is that life & existence
                kind of seems like
                         all that small print
                                i don't care to read...
 
 
2,
 
all those tiny
          microscopic & magical 
                    creatures from evolution
                           i see in passing
                                        after being pulled
                                                             under the undertow...
 
3,
 
having revelations
              after being tossed drunk 
                                        slow-motion
                                                  through the window
                                                                        of white castle... 
 
4,
 
i never saw my whole life
                    pass right in front of me
                                              but like always
                                                             saw right through them
                                                                                      & their false sympathy...
 
5,
 
scenes from the pharmacy
                           & a food fight
     which suddenly
                  breaks out
at the chinese buffet
                   for no explicit reason
spending the rest of the evening
                                 reading dostoevsky 
casually contemplating
                  all those cornfields
                                         of dusk
which got you home
                           in one piece
                                        as if any of that shit
                                              mattered
                   or was even relevant...
                                      
 
6,
 
everything must go sale
                         around the gaslight
                                                cobblestone mission
 
               the phlebotomist & methadone clinic
                                                 the foghorns & steeples                                   
                                
where ironically
                 all's fragile & forgotten
                                            
                 somewhere between
the embezzlers & jesus
 
                         the heathen politicians...
 
 
9,
 
                            stray dogs
once man's best friend
 
                      apparently not
        very good friend
& not really men...
 
 
10,
 
accents created
through just straight
up suffering & survival
mechanisms & states
of mind find ourselves in...
 
 
11,
 
                                  that brother howling
                                                         at his sister
                                                                      beneath the rainy
                       marquee of the movie theater--
                                                          "i'm not proud i'm a bum!"
 
                                            planning secret heists
                              & escape routes
                   & iteneraries
 
to the pearly gates
                          of hell
                                  with no way home... 
 
 
12,
 
like the bittersweet ending
of streetcar, long day's journey
into night & death of a salesman
 
(can assure you kafka, shakespeare
& loise ferdinand celine was in no
way shape or form a coincidence)...
 
 
13,
 
                                 like all that preparation
                                                             (put in)
                                                                     of drag queens
                                                                           
                                  no different
                                               & the exact same routine
                                                                                  & ritual
 
                         of wealthy women
                                         from the suburbs
                                                      
                                             all simply
                    about the presentation
(trying on faces 
             doing impersonations & impressions)...
 
 
14,
 
no different than the ushers
                                   or patrons
                                                   than the phantoms...
 
15,
 
(as an addendum & an aside
could never stand the state
of mind of the eccentric
who always came across
or felt like some built-in 
excuse for arrogance,
self-absorption & really
poor character & behavior
thriving off rationalizations...
 
 
16,
 
strange & fucked-up thing about human nature
they never ever seem to really appreciate your
confessions always coming from the most
sincere & honest & modest of places
& with this repetition of behavioral 
patterns perversely appear to turn
resentful as if you were just making
excuses & were literally baring it all
for assholes who never really deserved
it in the first place & never see them
again & in retrospect thank the lord)... 
 
 
17,
 

(in america, love to poke fun at one-hit wonders
but at least they had their day in the sun, girls in
tight, painted-on, slut, polyester dance pants, wagging
their fingers at boys during bar-mitzvahs during that song
by donna summer & barbra streisand "enough is enough"
& we're like what the fuck? what could we have done
at such a young age to exact such venom? our 13
year old entrance into manhood & what we had
to look forward to in the near & remote future)...
 
 
16,
 
hold tight
             onto the toboggan
                                 & girl by your side
 
     don't tug too hard
                       & just gently glide
 
               be her guide
                          but more importantly
                                             let her guide you
 
                                                       through rough & ridiculous times...
 
17,
 
if i ever make my millions
first thing i'm gonna buy
are one of those gazebos,
a lifetime subscription
to national geographic
& saturday evening post,
field & stream & playboy...
 
 
18,
 
   as a boy reading all those directions
                                             in espanol
                                                 just for the fuck of it
                                                              & still coming up
 
              with the perfect jumbo jetliner
                                   balanced up on top 
                                                  my childhood dresser
                                                                  high on model glue
 
                      you know the ones
                                   which always went down 
                                                       never quite made it
 
                                                                    & people kept on taking
                                                                                     in that strange decade 
                                                                                                         of the seventies...
 
 
19,
 
all's you really need
in the long-run is a
window far enough 
away from it all
to observe
the passing
the changing
of the brutal &
delicate seasons...
 
 
20,
 
the graceful beauty
                    of her body
ponytail bobbing
              along with the cadence
                                           & rhtyhm
of her long-distance
                         running
 
that lit flashing beacon
                 at the head of the bicycle
                                            gradually drifting
& penetrating through the evening... 
 
 
21,
 
the path the fog takes
                in the morning
                               slipping 
                                        down the mountain...
 
 
22,
 
separating truth from all those
false truths they try to so
blatantly bullshit & brainwash
you as being reality & virtue
 
(in some ways a form of abuse
which can instantly be disproved)...
 
 
23,
 
                                                     i was the one always found
                                        lost in translation
                      caught between tenses
 
                          giving great long elegies
         of pillow talk
 
                   whispering sweet nothings
                               into the ear of my one-
                                                     night stand lover
 
                                                             cracking one-liners at funerals
                                                                                               predicting the future...
 
24,
 
can't believe those centerfielders
                                   i grew up with
                                                 & loved & idolized...
 
                              cleon jones from the mets
               & kirby puckett from the twins
   eventually got nailed for some sort
of sexual perpetration...
 
 
25,
 
               "it's a saturday night and i aint got nobody
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