Just because she's all sentences and you're all dots
doesn't mean you're not both
or you're not both
If she is talking to herself
and you are talking to everyone
while she is talking to less than that many
it can still be one thing
it can be even less, or another, or another, too
Her foot tingles your foot stomps and stomps,
throbs, or whines
live not without warning
but never with in
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 3:38 PM UTC
foreign tropes
plastic bags
paper napkins
altophone saxo tenor-horn
you make notes into words
i take your words and break them with
harsh breaths, bent knuckles
Sometimes lets press play again
lets play again, play again
eggin me on
you off into spaces with
tenor saxophones, horns
alternates and alsos
too-high-hopes
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
i want to give everything
to a utopian ideal
to coffee and cigarettes
clean white sheets
six pillows, a window, you
Vintage bibliophile
filial commitment
contentment come on
home
Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
oh my
oh your
oh our inside,
all insides, of us and them
again again again
it comes out and up and out
it's not an answer
it's just everything
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
hetero aliens
is there god in asparagus
is there god in a stump
we build bridges and
world
wide webs, spider webs?
dolphins can love too.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
slow slow slow slow
down
you're moving too fast
every place every person every day
don't go away don't
let me stay
slow down, ground your feet
let me be the person
you meet, and
engage.
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
if I had back steps
I'd sit on them, and sit with you
if I sat on the loading dock
if I sat in the grey slush
I wouldn't sit with you
I couldn't think of you without back steps
I won't think of you in the slush
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 2:10 PM UTC
strung out on meds
out of your head
space – face – the smallest
bigger than one page into two
linoleum tiles, purple
greener than the body of
your executed brother,
how I met your
face, in a space – this
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
I never got a body
just legs
I got a ****
two feet
two eyes – everything
but a body all the
parts, one heart
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
you’re one thing on the job
I’m one thing on the you
but there’s no-one
thing, we’re all things
brains firing without the permission of
the NRA, fluoxetine, the American MA doc
talk, talk, talk to me
tell me your game
plan, without the permission, your boss
on the job, another thing – a second
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 2:08 PM UTC