Careening Catalog Immemorial by Matthew Milia

There's a white limousine with Massachusetts plates
And on the loose its occupants, those 90s prom dates
Careen

I tongue at my molar, you're my only consoler    
You're my midnight buyer in the back of the Meijer
Yeah

My world's a comprehensive private diorama
Unpunctuated by any comma
You got

I was a queer balladeer, so proud of our new minivan
You know your dad gave all he had
He does his best for you just when he can

Greenfield Village and a field trip version
Of young faces on every person
I knew

Now all the modern dilettantes
They typed out their privileged isms
In their moronic fonts
And hyped-out syllogisms

With some get-well cards from my date-stamp aunt
Yeah, I'd frame all that minor fame, but I just can't

When my best friend Doug's brother had some flashy two-seater
All the sleepover soda when we explode a splashy two-liter

The stoplights are cherry red, or very greenish blue
Like the mushy color of the 7-Eleven slushy hue

And the liquid wicked warping
Of an ambling ambulance's distancing pitch
I hooked my thumb through your belt loop
From which I hitched to every twitch
You made

What we found stashed in the trashed-out woods
Behind the Taco Bell
Is why I identify
Early sex with the oily smell

Of WD-40
And a blindness to the ways
Of the kindness behind us
Andthe lukewarm heat lamp buffets

Now we report all our pathos to the food court police
Where the pity and the loss grow so shitty and obese
And sad

But in Baker's frozen woodlot
With the smiling sniffling good snot
You tried to wipe away but you could not
When the sun's explosion
And slow plummet
Can look so frozen
As we glow from it

All our disastrous love
It goes by many titles
It froze inside the snows where I'd
Dropped it with its broken vitals

But I remember your sorrow outside of Espresso
With all you wanted to borrow, and all I said was "I guess so"

And I wish I had
Just granted you that

Appears on Eternity of Dimming