i won't deal with human's anymore
i just deal with people, see
humans are a philosopher's mulling
and he's stumped trying to find the static slur
to the human condition when
we're more like lava lamps then
anything else

people are perfect
just not forever
remember? i do--
home coming--senior year
the gang was perfect
brandon, jessica, josue
perfect--they weren't human,
then, no--they were just people
and they were my friends
and i didn't know it then, or
maybe i just now remembered but

we had it good.

and even though
maddie page
had a boyfriend

and even though
the ecstasy
may or may not have been
of the purest variety

the sea of we, the aimless and blameless
in our awkward fitting dress shirts and
over priced dresses swaying--
freaking, getting caught,
freaking again

were on hiatus to predestination.
only there, dancing to even the
shittiest songs a dj at a catholic
school dance could play.

in that quaint darkness
where everybody and everything
can seem so goddamn enthralling
there was some epic eclipse
and some grand notion
of everything in
its right place

and all i can say is
people can be perfect
not forever
but for a while
and dont you be stupid enough not to realize it