Darren R. Faust (NYC)

an anxiety attack in your one-room apartment. a yearning for youth entitlements. an argument in the key of post-post-modernism and a sought-out answer in flirting with medication. (c) 2014 Darren R. Faust

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laughing pt. 1

//originally composed in a cramped dorm room in 2011 amidst a football game and beer bottles. the riff stuck in my head until it was finished and i ate no dinner that night. i found the words a year later in a hospital waiting room at 2 am.

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a dear friend's music.

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oh dear god

some of us argue oh the necessity of art not knowing how to pursue the conventional though desperately i try

no matter the angle the curator is suspicious of your visits and you think can i live up to this

oh dear god these impulsive desires

no one argues the necessity of fact though could i postulate that itself is a lie cannot i no truths declare

all of us are in lust none of us are in love all of us are in lust none of us are in love

oh dear god these impulsive desires

could i lay still on white tile floors i’m so sorry  i still worry

-darren r. faust

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conversations with...

in our conversations you’re laughing, terrified i’m laughing, horrified jokingly at the interactions of our chemicals jokingly at the intersections of our medicals in perhaps a fix to the question what now? now, for the movement to reach over the atlantic so damn loudly

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my singing voice is too damn light and airy. time for the whiskey and cigarettes.

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inhabitant

residing in a suffocating apartment, not quite in defiance of our doctor’s prescription towards an ideal future. feeling rational. it’s a killing in its own way. hands sweating, horribly.

walking in the swimming pool or wading in the bedsheets. my liver betrayed my health, but it’s settling now...

-darren r. faust

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rib cages

rib cages spill out a flood of chemicals you're nowhere among them headaches fill up a drought of chemicals are you somewhere among them? some think to escape through the window leave living room lights casually waiting sorry i tried so many times through terrified of heights to find such terrible thrills thinking are we anything but alternating fits of anxiety and passion? thinking are we anything yet in a life of unending teeth and excrement? no one wants to think. only feel louder. -darren r. faust

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bodies in motion

smooth out the wrinkles in my shirt, your blouse a small triumph against entropy for the afterlife of the party where we rise on the third night from horrifying modern nightmares to plead, sanctify this skeleton of desire and whims something is wrong with you to plead, purge these failing organs and this muscular tension something is wrong with me turning to inexact measurements to observe bodies in motion in various states of intoxication separate entities hurling across vaguely lit rooms if we sow our hands together cross our blood vessels in desire turn away to each other hang lights on skeleton houses no respite longer than a few nights did we get away or run away?

-darren r. faust