unbarable oblivion

back, sometime ago
playing patience
eating white bread
there was no excuse not
to run around naked
in a cornfield
but we didn’t
not very much, of course
there is always
the threat of mosquitos
so much is now too far away to remember clearly
to harbour regrets
but they are still there
far too late, far too long ago, near forgotten mistakes
dredged up on a screen
there is nothing like progress
to get you closer to the grave
to get the country closer
to oblivion
to get closer to ejaculation

remember the first time
the shocking. unbearable quality of it
we get used to the unbearable
until it’s no longer
what it was