tears for fears

 

it's a seance

for donnie darko

nightmares of incipient puberty

can’t resolve in just 2 hours

even if the bunny costume

fits perfectly

or the soundtrack

induces the year of my birth

 

limits of mumblecore

at its messianic fringe

deliver me a schizophrenic aunt

and a suicidal sibling

stripped of their washed denim

gift wrapping

a refillable bucket

of buttered popcorn

i divine my own subtitles

like frank is hot, it’s ok

or this will haunt you in college

and nobody cares

or one halloween night when you’re 30

you’ll find a buffet at the self-actualization center

at the mouth of the russian river

the other guests will leave you like ghosts

alone in the rotunda

of glass, birch and scattered brain games

you’ll find a piano mostly tuned

and play the only song

you know