Physical impulsion
oh, the sweet tension of seeing yer professor’s foot shaking ‘round and fro-
As some accented booble-eye
manly from the Amazon
comes into HIS Friday classroom
full of hungered heads & He
comes in and starts talkin’ poverty!
and an all-fix-this, animals and oh
he’s got a lot of wood-bead bracelets,
I admire their tight holy fit but
this Guy’s got somethin’ to prove!
Teodros watching admiring his beautiful
beloved, young students challenging “TRUTHS”. He took the reigns now!
Claiming his wild afternoon class right under that hardened commanding voice you know he’s trained you know he’s passionate, man
for good reasons!, you know he stimulated those thoughts,
Oh Teodros, I think of you...
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Of the tick-tick mark of the train,
the Twenty items or Less that you wouldn’t have needed
had you not been walkin’ down Newbury
toward hopeless following
nowhere mud-feel-footprints.
Motif of heavy heartening rain that scours the courtyard
back ‘round my building
that skillet valley of impossible nighttime.
Ring slipping finger, couple standing farther together and wild a gracious call brushes against the grade of man’s terrible
mountain
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
you want heaps of Wisdom
pouring out your
lonely head BUT you're
not worth
your own time!
Tell me that one.
you're sittin ******
stationary in that good-of-everything
spinny chair that
makes an axious grate against
the rubbing of
enamel
and shining of wonderful wonderous bone
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
She said,
“Of course you exist here,
you’d be a fool to think otherwise.”
and I had a will to believe
otherwise
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
just once I looked
out of the oval window
high in the sky
To see tiny figures below
making dances out of the
snake-line of car lights
It was all flat,
and blackness swooned in over
the view,
A reflection showing back to me
all the hairs that stood their ground
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
a place
has no more meaning, no connection
with itself
rather I
who sees with desperate eyes
toward each
possible
turn
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
I watch you read the book
the book that a
crochet of
stiff wanderers
worn hands
welt together some
inductive hours
(some real good ones at that)
what page is that?
the one where she goes “ah!” and the world
crumbles to their
hairline-fractured feet,
I’ve read this one before
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
You sit awake
and wonder what it must’ve
been like,
to climb against the air in whatever
life
you should choose.
Every search lay vacant beside
the pile of wasted time you have
allowed.
(Rather) not for
nothing, we’ll see where this one
takes us
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
A hyper dog
running circles around children
who don’t care
about the drink in your hand.
Boxes wrapped in thin-patterned
paper,
Waxed in doubt and self-preservation
(But simple and loving)
some Insect trudging
along the denim of
his jeans
It’s a happy state
to be in
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
The verge of nightly solitude brings ghostly characters in my room,
The glow of moon and whirl of wind breathes open kindle gloom,
and forth from forward unto morning prove to me the sanctum sun,
To vast and winding grassy roads my legs do signal me
Come my love, to the edge of night-
The cool and hollow air,
Come with me and leave me, watch as I stride forth,
Into wild
and twisting seas
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC