mason CRIPPLE

i don’t know where they find these people, but it always seems like there’s enough of them. there’s enough of them to smile and primp. there’s enough of them to show some body. there’s enough to ask the world outside. you can ask the world outside, but it don’t say much. if you’re quiet, you can hear the world outside just a-listening. i listen to the world listening and that’s enough for me.

you cannot love me separately.
you cannot love me like a crack in the floor.
just because you are looking, does not mean that this was meant for you.
just because you see a crack running through the floor, does not mean that
it was your weight that put it there.
your weight is separate.
your weight is individual

hotel room.
under water.
lazzor beams.
room 666.
there won’t be any food left.
catered underwater events.
this isn’t the end.
lazzzor beams cauterize.
i will see you in the mirror.
flip side. bloody mary. limbo.
platforms cycling over and over.
super mario style.
i will see you in limbo.
shut off the lights.
turn up the water.
bloody mary
bloody mary
bloody mary.
limbo.
for ever.

isa gabnor. isa gabnor, doctorate in education. why won’t you let me leave through the window? i thought they were giant upside down mushrooms, but they turned out to be canyons. isa gabnor, i saw you sleeping. i saw you sleeping when i walked by your office. you staying in your office and me staying at the window. isa gabnor xoxox.

no hands on hips.
no smiling.
no jacques brel.
no rib breathing.
no dallas spurs.
no houston astros.
no nothing.
no origination fee.
no autographed photographs.
no lettuce sandwich.
no hands on hearts.
no penetrance.