Florence Nightingale Like Effect

 

Florence Nightingale Like Effect

Tenderness for those who weep,

Love, the most delicate steel,

Mind like blind spaghetti colander,

To pull silk purse out the sow's zoot suit collaring ears,

And give me the sherry,

Or shall I say, it's all very well most dreadful, my Dear.

As about flattering as bloat beneath all arbitraging maquillage,

Like competing strains of Berlin dada,

And I'm just some dumb old dog that can't read or comprehend the steps on the stairs,

Baffled by the blur of steps, like forcefield electric fence eel-ing all along at edge of universe,

Keeping you bewilderingly over there,

But I'd rather be unwillful ponce,

Than subscribe to your bag of pennies newsletter.

Here or elsewhere,

I'd rather be unsuspecting fool,

Than weather all of rollerskate girl's hell on wheels,

Or all your multidisciplinary courage,

So how dare you right you fucker say,

As hypoglycemic nymphomaniac soders too many rings to be all worn at once.

Rings like future dickless scalps,

Cutting off circulation of tubular pasta spaghetti O veins.

And of all your juttering guzzling very well gaze,

As reassuring as seatbelt on airplane.

As reassuring as Walter de Maria's bed of spikes in gallery without a docent or attendant or security guard.

As reassuring as thinking back on once required computer typing class.

As reassuring as T.J. Clark's poetry supplementing his hostile take version of art history criticism.

About as reassuring as a woman named Charity.

About as yes quite lovely, and reassuring as the amount of time roller girls rollerskate before they always quitting for good.

Millennial girl rollerskate edit on social media, because they posses no sustained tenacity nor attention span to actually produce full length videos, and this edited to and this will blow your brain, Johnny fucking Cash, dude,

Bastardizing Bo Turner used Ring of Fire in Time Code in nine seven in something you neither know nor could comprehend because it's not even remotely about you,

And you'd be pleased to hear, about as reassuring as local rollerskating burlesque scene honky tonk Tonka tonking splintering so away, only to become warring tribalist catting factions against themselves.

Or as yes lovely, quite reassuring, as the roller girl who starts seeing the homie who built and runs the skateboard DIY, but as soon as the homie catches feelings, she pulls the cord, but still insists upon showing up with her inappropriate activity of squad at his DIY all so well within her own ostensible rights, and not even to practice, but only to bray video social media clips used to dispatch woefully taxonomic roller muse muscle that guys actually don't really give a shit about, misuse misconstruing any integrity of the very props he built, misuse misconstruing them indirectly against him and everyone else (how could I even invent this).

And you'd be quite pleased to hear, as reassuring as halfass'd hobbies of BMXing and rollerskating lack of even a modicum of effort towards autonomy, lurching perch piggyback onto skateboarder built and conceived skate parks, thus woefully bastardizing skateboarding's very own withering autonomy all by it's own invocation of retard cousin fucking heterogeneity.  

And I really would marry Dasha Nekrasova mañana,

A millefleur,

And do you know what the word mañana means?,

It means right now. 

As love coupons are given out only to those not in need,

As Blackbox pilgrim seltzer settlers just three or four gear identity crises away from coronelling of all the master kill pimp-sire ceremonial East Bay roller derby psychobilly vaudeville of it all.

Non-profits imploding upon self fulfilling prophecy declaration of all their own auto designation.

And if AA was domestic beer, Alanon is the accompanying Jägermeister happy hour special shot that comes co-dependently all along with it. 

And skits killed skateboarding,

And all the House Park lowrider gold plated crank cog bike chain BMXer emo Joker dyed hair post Greco larping hand tattoo coddle cocking of it all,

And her parents named her after the month she was born,

As if saying her birthday lasted thirty days,

As if saying she was a whole damn month out of twelve all unto herself.