De-positivism

[...]
we might be doomed because we also cook pasta because we need to eat
maybe a pattern
will eat us
all the notebooks with little squares well organised in seasons
before in between summer trip no after i don’t know
grief general assembly airplane party drunk christmas cat chocolate with pieces of dried fruit and nuts
inside the patterns you don’t breathe because you want to not know to read the future after all you don’t really know how to read
you spell out names of philosophers and you lie about doing something
transcendental idealism
and stuff like that
and feminist historiography
and stuff like that
but the only thing you remember is a party and crying and frizziness and running
face paint
and not any vomit because you are scared
and the bus for dionysus on sunday morning
tough distant
you hate everyone
you would curse homophobic elders you would flip the world
around
if you had a motive
rails with nice light new morn
of a city at patissia
they put flowers on them to filter out while you sleep
the fresh
first morning hours
on the gate
it was the middle
and then in exarcheia leaves
dry cold
you are crying in her arms
you pull the strings of your hoodie until it shuts out your vision
ptolemaic epicycle
like that though, like a porthole
twisting inwards
like a camera lens
[...]

part of the poem De-positivism
Constellations with Batteries and Sellotape
Sam Astrophel, 2018.