Jon Ruseski
SPACE MOUNTAIN
It was in me
Every shade of red
Kid A, Kid A, Kid A
Stoned
Twinkling
Caught in the depth
It’s ok if there’s blood
If you can edit
You can glow
Behind the array
Vacancy shimmers
The gold opens
Lost in everyday feeling
World blown
Frame by frame
A cup in my hands
Cups are emotional
There are so many vibes
Sometimes you just scratch and scratch and scratch
Sometimes it’s harder to leave
If evil took me for just a second
So what
These candles burning
Out here
Navigating by kaleidoscope
A fool
Full of smoke
Nothing particular
My body aches with open spaces
Yes, I am willing to unmap my head and throw it right at the sun
What do other people do
To the size of love
The yellow in the gaps
Spores across the field
I thought I was there
In colorful basics
Unlatched for the mountain
My list that reads:
* Your brand is all you have
* Fuck you, Patriarchy
* Hitting every button at once isn’t the way to finesse a machine
ASTERISK
True as candles
I’ve made my mess
There wasn’t any other way to release
The immense video in my head
My fraction
Numbers can be so cruel
Acorns on the asphalt
Instagrammatic sunlight
You know what it’s like to want things
*
To find your love
Pull out all the straw
When it’s gone
You can hear
White light grates apart on the ceiling
It’s true
The void is ecstatic when swallowed
And I’m 29 with this uncollated heart
Pass me the wine and a trumpet
Turns out time has been the drug all along
*
Yesterday didn’t mean to be that way
An oblique strategy
Dust on metal
Your bed is in the hourglass too
I don’t care what the truth is
Devotion is power
I would blow a kiss so big it matters
Lost in useless territory
Remove the middle, extend the edges
Use fewer notes
Try faking it
*
To be honest
I don’t know
Besides the faces in parenthesis
A flutter of triangles
Touches slowly
Soft glow filter
That moment of entry
Summer it never got dark
Draw a card
I want to believe
*
The colors lollygag
Drunk at 1:37AM
My phone says
And why not
It’s unnerving
When I’m cherished
Youth endures
Peeping at the cosmos
Thursday glows at unexpected times
*
It hurts
Dreaming in America
A corporate thing
Immaculately dressed
My hair will still shine after I die
That’s why I need you
The truth of every joke
You’re in it
Blinking with the rest
*
Once I had no ideas
Just spaced-out promises
It was a handsome wreck
When stuffing a lifetime
Flash it a glint of lunacy
Throw dice at the sky
All those fits you have
Add up to your rough map
And secretly sometimes
The wings snap on
Wax pours through
Like all your hahas
Sent back
Some over-sized humor
Written in a supernatural font
*
If I see flames in the mirror
Negative capability dresses me
The last time I picked up a pair of scissors
I thought I might cut all of it
My entire myth
I thought about so much unknown
In the savage weight of space
Feelings came like ants
I filled a small bag with stones
And left it the truest place I could
*
In the default arrangement
Little minuses
And clickbait
Also, having to get out of bed
And let’s face it
Boo boo wants to eat
*
This time pierce the cloud
Signal
Then ride the fader
So proud to remember that
After fading away on the couch
To reject history
Is to know history
*
That would be embarrassing
To call something a dream
Only style clears your head
The sun and it’s green veins
The freedom of very small ways
Branches in the wind
*
The day was lazy and had a bite on its arm
I listened to the hiss
Felt the surface
You and your skyline
I knew I had to walk into it
*
Please excuse the crappy layout
Late afternoon sliver
Of sunlit despair
The cursor blinks
Stuck in this manic arcana
The fear of missing out
Always fell like an angel
Can you blame me
For material happiness?
*
Jon presses the button
La dee da da da
Later to barf lightning with the hydra
Ellipsis in my hands
There was a code once that broke my heart
Now all the links are dead
Do you sleep through the night?
The sad waves of my bank account
Part of the blur
*
Sending
Posting
Now
Dark star crashes
There are those dreams
Cigarettes thrown off the roof
Helios, terra, luna
Debt feelings
Bored smiling
Spirits take us under
There is a classic rock song
For every nuance of love
*
There is a carousel horse
I was scribbled to be
But today I believe
The burn of a pop sensation
Choose your template
I’m not sure
If meaning lasts
*
If this line prints, remember
It’s not for me
God’s work
I just want a lifestyle
That drags the moon
A color that’s mine entirely
When rays hit
There in that murmur
The dreamy uproar ghosts back
Today I dipped my hand in the air
And felt how I am just spinning on a wheel
