hindsight 20-20

Drew thinks that Life is an old roll of film
still being developed
each day, another photo emerges from the dark room

Ryan thinks it's pointless to talk about.
Because it's so illusive you forget what you're talking about.

And Phil says that it's all a joke:
To put a whole species into a room with nothing to do
But survive
And to feel guilty when that's all they're doing

And obviously these are just ways to bury the hours and drain the bottles into the graveyard of our forgetfulness.

and regardless of our unique, fragile lenses through which we see house cats and coffee, we somehow make time to enjoy it together.
Whatever it is

One sip after the next
Waiting for a diagnosis

of what we actually have.



. . .

nothing really doesn't matter

random shit.

and erase it.

and erase it.

you are all a mountain of nobodies.

clocking in to your human existence.

showing up, but you can’t be sure why.

but you’re here. and you’re doing an excellent job baby.

your hair, and your suit

it all fits together like puberty and awkward

and everything moans. the whole world moans

and hiccups and doesn’t give a damn.

2 nate 4rom nate

dear self,

im drunk
so writing to you now seems appropriate.
although im in berkeley
half of my head is with you.

your eyes stole me
kidnapped me
threw me in the van
never to be free again.
both eyes, slightly different
enough to make me feel like
I am dealing with two men.

you were on the porch smoking a cigarette
when i met you.

you waved with your american spirit fingers.
you gave me a smile that said
no trespassing.

I walked around you
when i came in the house

I've kept to myself around you.

i think it's time we meet.

-nate

clarity

It's january again,
which means nothing.

the crisp edges of last-years memories
begin to fade, and blend
into the collage

lots of people wearing hoodies and carharts

some of them are planning out their year
with a tight grip on the pen

at cafe's
over a double shot espresso
over a yellow pad with blue lines
they spill thousands of words
onto that pad

praying for a shot in the dark.

not present to the one
that is in front of them.