D. B. DEVILLIERS

see the film:
see the screen gray and cracked
someone stole the bulb out the
projector, burned the reels for heat
who cares, the world ended
it happens all the time

see this:
see my failure to understand
my pitiful impotent rage
my old words, my dreams, dreams and
words, and this is a splitting
again, time and also a
headache in cold hands, soles of feet
sweaty salt the splitting
head in cold skin split in the
dry heat, when there’s
dry and when there’s
heat, to scar on broken glass
to circle endless circling suns, moons
Pilsbury crescents, shrieking manic gibbons
shadows to dance in the periphary
this song is terrible, this song is deafening
waxing waning waxing waning they
break my back I have to hold them up
I have to hold the world together
how could anyone possibly sleep when they
have to hold the world together
spinning, spinning
demarcations of linear time
or rather, linear demarcation of what?
is this the freeway or is this the exit
is there even a meaningful difference
and how could anyone sleep if there’s no
meaningful difference, how could anyone
possibly sleep if.

I am dustin’s failure to
understand
I am dustin’s failure to effectively
communicate—
what we have here is a
capital eff aye eye
elle you are
eastbound again buddy, in full flight from
oblivion to
oblivion
why on earth are we going so fast
why on earth

I need a favor:
take my clockwork heart out and
wind it up, click it away another day
counting off this hours-long second
stalled out slack mainspring
months of a minute
endlessly instant
I cannot escape it
but it’s quiet here
the walls are bare, they always were
I only just now noticed
there’s no one here
I can’t seem to escape
my blood is boiled off to ash and my
brain ran away with the spoon

xxxx:
I’ll never see you again
will I?
not in the sense that you mean, no
but who’s gonna wind up my heart then
dustin you’re misremembering again
you never let me do that
you never let anyone do that

but it doesn’t always have to be that way.

there was a mirror on the door in the
bathroom of the house I grew up in
and you could see it, the mirror, behind you
through the mirror above the sink
and in the mirror in the mirror,
if you got the angle
just right, then you
could see
forever.