Beach Sloth

Love Poetry for Body and Rothko by Ben Roylance

                Lips have a high fever for love. That’s what kissing is for: to cool them down, make them one of the world. CD skipping is thought plucking: it is what the CD wants you to hear after the sound has been eroded. Skips from the CD are shiny pebbles in a sea of sound. Sleep estates are better known as beds. Purchase one and follow your dreams through your literal dreams. Factory records sang songs at night and catalogued everything. Miss Factory Records. Want to see a record label dedicated to the weird. Number us. 

                Ben makes out with a sleepy head. Jeans begin to fit him. Disses are thrown at living things. That’s unfair. Life has a lot to offer us. Objects do not. Air conditioners give poly-rhythms to the summer. Baby droplets come from the noisy machines. Wish air conditioners weren’t so condescending. Bright colors are not England’s thing. It is an island of greys and everything is a shade of gray. Nestle Toll House hears all. How else could they provide humanity with ‘quality’ cookies? 

                Icepack on a strung dick sounds disrespectful to the Richards. Bookshelves caving in are a terrible experience. Literally wood cannot handle that level of intellectual curiosity. That’s why we use computers. Put as many PDFS as you want on a computer. Computers feel nothing. Early McDonald’s closures mean one thing: Ronald McDonald has a date. Go to a McDonalds after-hours. It gets rather raunchy with all the clown makeup. Clown love is by its very nature messy. Kiss the dirt. Thank whoever you can for the gift of nutritious dirt. 

                Tattoos reside out of the sleeves. People show off their tattoos. Some feel shame about their tattoo choices. I regret my Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Tattoo every day. Originally I thought it would get me ‘sponsorship dollars’. But now it lies there on the small of my back, reminding people that when my pants sag I’ve got the ‘blue box blues’. Errors include us too much, there’s a name for it. It is life. Life is the greatest mistake of all. For we can life forever through the power of others. Corporations were the original immortals. With the internet everyone is immortal. 

                Rothko is at the Taco Bell. Late night Taco Bell runs are a worrisome sign. Means people begin to give up hope. Food comforts them. Every day we watch liberties fade away. Someday we’ll wonder where they all went. That will be after the Taco Bell run. Panera Bread is for those who give up hope but still have enough money to look chic. Pay for the ambience. 

                Sleep off time. Avoid fast food restaurants. Rothko loves McDonalds now. Snare drums rent for cheap thanks to death of Drum N’ Bass. Love the music. Miss the rush of the snare drum. Venetian Snares has been picking up these snares for almost nothing. WOOBS are the new techno heart-throbs. Myspace is the Venice of social media sites. Do people go there anymore? Does anybody live there? Or is it a giant tourist attraction in the middle of the internet. 

                Ben loves love and Rothko. The two co-exist nicely. When you look at a Rothko painting you wonder what does our culture even mean? Pulsing paintings remind us of the lives we can have.