lucas restivo

What Up Primals
A stranger slips something into my palm
and I’m in love.
So I blow the brains out my butt.
There are people so charming, I want them to drink me
as if drinking is the only way
to not drown.
Something about a big ice cube in a small glass.
To the lovers
who cranks their dicks
like a shotguns
to a waterfall,
how?
The remorseless arc of my day:
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Wake up
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Peek behind the curtains
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Fluoride stare into the sun
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Bed by eleven
If goodwill is a tire iron, am I the spare or the window?
A top shelf forecasts a demand for consolation prizes.
The hottest new exercise is headbutting a ram.
When I can’t relax, my masseuse discovers I’m a helper
and I discover a prayer backwards
is the sky
wishing on you
Lucas Restivo
This is meant as a celebration of my limitations
like the scientific method and the guitar,
a new handle on the same old drawer.
What else could I become than the site of experimentation?
We were evacuating as two California wildfires converged into one
when a detour sign looked like an empty crucifix
from behind the light post,
and it felt so right to consider the dynamic
between gatekeepers and posers and The Scene
and I fell asleep with my youth running from my mouth
and my eyelids became the nightly screen
to the stars buried in my stomach.
We assumed what we couldn’t see.
Cars parked like they’re going to kiss
and when we tried to dump the past like a photo
I saw a bathrobe take the trash out
while chewing a cigar and felt it completely.
We looked up and all the birds were remote controlled
and all the sandwich shops charged $16
and my gut hasn’t been right since my first wing.
We were left with the tragic realization
that this must be heaven
and it smells like a forest fire
and everyone we knew grew a year deeper
into outdoor personalities
and the relationship between joy and concentration
was categorized as gains
and I still couldn’t distinguish the difference
between desire and base desire
while I thanked the tree for shade
and the saw for sunlight.
I mean this with every ounce that I have
I want to be boiled alive in love
and I hope dear god do I hope
you lose your mind too