At the Mouth of the Cave
He got all messed up on the lord, then brought me fishing.
The best thing about people is they’re all pieces of shit.
The worst thing in the world to be is a person, because
people don’t realize a piece of shit is the perfect thing to be.
I closed my eyes and saw six billion soft serve heads
melting, under an infinity of autistic neurons,
a pile of dead leaves expanding at the edge of orbit,
dead leaves whose life’s blood now fills the punchbowl.
Us pieces of shit, we’re magic.
We turn everything we touch to shit.
Ain’t nothing better than that.
We carried our rods and empties back to the van.
I watched the waterfall disappear between
the back window’s louvers and remembered a dream
I inherited from my next door neighbor, where every
surface is too soft, and every step dents the ground and
if you get caught leaving footprints they take you away to jail.
How to Make a Million Dollars by Always Telling the Truth
Wear the weather as your skin and grow a mouth of ice to melt across your lovers back.
Remember the words you spoke before language. Nurture these into music and wind and perfect canyons of soft heat like safety glass blankets.
Erase the line dividing everything from nothing with a spade and sweat. Do not bury the line or blast it into free fall. Erase the line with swift strokes of curler’s grace and ever deepening pools of patient intention.
Become a patron saint of something you never knew existed. There are so many around you always, planets of purpose float like motes of our dead shells in the sunrays cast across your kindergarten classroom. Suck them into you.
Force your love upon the sky. This sounds easier than it is but is also easier than being born and you already chose to do that. Now find your zenith and climb toward it without moving.
Every inch you rise your fall will pad with currants and currency of nameless vines we were grown from before being born.
Fill your new mansions with stanzas of wild fruit bats and children of forever.
Adam Tedesco has worked as a shipbuilder, a meditation instructor, a telephone technician and cultural critic for the now disbanded Maoist Internationalist Movement. He is a contributing editor to the online literary journal Drunk In A Midnight Choir. His work has appeared in Creative Nonfiction, Pine Hills Review, Similar:Peaks::, dcomP and elsewhere. Links to his work can be found at www.adamtedesco.com. He tweets at @AdamThomasTed.
At the Mouth of the Cave was previously published at MadHat Lit
Both At the Mouth of the Cave and How to Make a Million Dollars by Always Telling the Truth
were previously published in Fuck Art, Let’s Dance issue #011