I would like the world to change
to suit me

I would like you to change
to please me

I would like me to change
to accept this

Don't fight the change

Not choosing butthurt
Not
Choooo-ooooosing
Butthurt

Not choosing it
Not doin' it
Nope
Un-unh

Not choosing butthurt
Again
Still
Finally I'm laughing

Not choosing all the stupids
In a funny way
Seems to staunch
the flow of stupid thinking

Please join me
in amusement
at my willingness
to steep myself

in negative emotion
because
because
because

Because
of the relieving
things
this does


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I am squishing
'neath 'neath
thinking
squishing i say
as if
*** if
I am imaginary
and my imaginary me
is squishing 'neath
all the things in
my head

squishing against
thoughts
those ****** things
again

now they are
smaller

i guffaw


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ingest laughing

Where you found it
please

This heart does not belong
down there

Pick it up
Now please

Please please please

Don't just walk away
What is wrong with you

"Okay
If that's the way it must be
then okay."

I need to put something
back

into myself today
that feels like a beating
heart



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This note sounds different
that the day plays against the night
its last thin shafts of blinding might
releasing yellow and mauve
slakes the house's white door bright
and i can no longer open my eyes
hearing this sound of so much exhaling
at darkness' returning cool thick cloak

These lines are great

Bleary awakening puppy
blinking at you

in awe
tentative wag

play?
fud?

belly crawl
to you

level
great

And you
swoon

Feel compelled
to write checks

And I'm
What the fifth

Maybe 6th
ever

fat
from scribbling

and nonetheless
happy

My wounded muse
Ings farcical only

as I've been
filled

even by this morning
moving a line

Onto a page
we both can see

In this sorcerer's
bowl of a* words

(Angst, anger,  anxiety and artbreak
-what comes from squeezing the broken pieces
'til poetry runs out
making you
once again
beautiful again-
aint it great, with a poetic license
averything can be an a* word
even you
author)

i'm pleased that you like
me

i just know

What makes you beautiful
is the decision to be

I love me
and my poetry

Hello


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Kapow
the word
of the day
today
that's all
Ahm sayin'

Exuberant
was the watchword
of the week
I watched the universe
bring it up repeatedly

and then today
and then today
and women
Ah know
my kryptonite
and I am


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Done with this
Done with being
this person

Don't know if I need to make space
for the new tenant

or they  just
fill in

around the detritus
(does anyone but poets
use this word?)
of today's me

exploding in bits
*******
dishonor in luxury

**** me
and you
maybe not you

tho

you are really
very nice

aren't you?
it's that one next to you

done with
done with
done with

I so love
the drama
of being

at the
end
edge
never and ever
land

the heroic rise
is in my eyes

i get above
all

anxiety falls

the black engine
falters

blondes and brunettes
swoon

has anyone ever swooned
for real? (write and tell me please)

what i am done with
me

being me

then seeing me
beeing me

ah

close my eyes
this **** habit

open

what am I done with?
these bad habits?

nope
it's just these keys

begging for pressing
the satisfying clicking has momentum
draws the tips magnetically

and you
what presses
the keys
in turn

are you done with this shallow version
are you done with this thin living
are you done with this noise

and i turn away as if
a chord is struck in my neck

and this
a great breath
of chilled night air
bares its breast

and November falls to
December

I am not warm
here

I can find you
if necessary

revoke
something

and look away

you'll sit
swilling ink

and we'll all draw on this pool
of fettered blossoms

role it thin
cut shapes

bake, butter, serve
the unnerving

side of right now
where you must

be done with this
and you know why

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I really don't think so
Yes it is
No it isn't
I'm going to public it
Oh please don't, no one's going to laugh
I'm already laughing
I'm hiding
Too late, haha
[smack]
Tha's not funny

Them's some hot
neurons
you got baby

I love
your
hallucination

your fascination
response
lickety-split

second
charge ups
and releases

ohh
your heart muscle fiber
strong

blood thoughtful
nape insightful
and supple

I  am in your thoughts
as they scatter
from touch

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Reached for my bag of darkness
this morning
To pull out some slimy lump
And smear it across the page
Slapdash as usual

Only it's not there
my bag of wallow
and push
Have-to's, shoulds an'
can't-face-'ems

Do you have it?
Yes, I see you have yours
No need
ta clutch it
so tight now

Not sure
How hard
I'll look
As I'm unclear now
As to why I have it

Though I recall
being here before
and, alas
It did turn up
again

Perhaps
I should make
and fill a bag
with lightness
reach for that



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I'm counting on gravity
If that stops working were *******

On the other end of the spectrum
I'm not counting on you to read to the end of this poem you lazy judgmental *******.



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When do you wake up?
In the morning
in the afternoon
or in the evening
of your life?

Now?

How do you get
to that province
where knowing
yourself is easy
to sleep on?

Something always has to crash
My reality
To get me right here
Sleepy

Someone crashed into me. I can smell her.

I always think
I'll stay
I never know
I don't stay
Until
I pop back in
and realize
I'd left
Without knowing
I'd left

Found myself
Gone

And then I realize some of you knew it and tried to tell me.

Is there a crazy glue that will keep me here?
She smiles.

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Let's find some words this morning
that will change the world

You know you have them
Right on the tip of your tongue

Scarring your fingertips
Struggling from your veins

And I need them
Now

And more
tomorrow

To fill this rapacious starving ever advancing expanding bottomless endless seemingly infinite
need

To read them and have them change me
while I fight them to the letter

While I write them to be better
In my ear

Where R the right next words
Already

I am hungry
this morning

Roasted vowels
Spicy alliteration

In round sound
Hash

Heartbreak and balderdash
Head break, cutting, musing
And death

And love
That thorny ***** thing

All singing
and swallowed
sigh

Sustained for a while
In the numbscape

I'll
Be back



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Look you know
you know
don'-cha know

an' won't be told
cannot be sold
wut's this you hold

ah'll be quiet
apostraprophetic
stiletto

when I abbreviate
y'u you'll see
out'a small where's

Fishing around inside
for a poem tonight
looking for some something
that hotly wants it's write

It is dimmer as if
my inner basement light
and galloping goblins
after that two day fight

Are just plain ol' tuckered
Muscles cramped 'n tight
Does hitting a brick wall
Mean the end is in site




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I may be
renting
a life

Slamming doors
as if
I care

and humans
do look
at me

wondering
about
danger

and i grip
nothing
and hope

not today
not this
slow way

That kind of a dayam
day

hopes peeled and cooked
before a reasonable hour
so i stayed in bed
say no more

hopes rekindled
by an unexpected response
and i waited again
ahm seeing a pattern

no call no show
oh sorry this happened
i wretch these sorry words
forward with apologies

tv, cab, pistachios
can make a lot right
on a bad night
when you take flight-

sorry. I don't usually do that
klondikes like candy
isn't even sensible
as words

snarls into something
we don't want
[There is not enuf here
to convey the rising clenching
clawing for a way out]
part of
and this

this i am
is the one
to find
and

eviscerate

Sounds
As if something
Snuck in

Spouted off
An' left

Us all unknowing
Meaning

Look to our
Baggage and tickets

As if they existed
AND made sense

Mill about
Fumbly lines

Guessing
Poetry



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Or do I
have you
tonight?

Clenched Waiting

A heart
I sing
for a heart

I art
for heart

Would you have
these earnest lines

Unfetched and
unrendered

You know when hate
enters your heart
its left hand your right
shake it all about
take a direction
you know the one
now take a deep breath
let her go let him go
let it go let all go
I am understood
to be confusing
it's the naiveté
that is so hard
to achieve
when I want to be

Got the call
hour ago

Uncertain

It was
50 years of dying

In a 62 year
life

Stop

If you live
for sympathy

Need people
to feel bad

for your
sad circumstance

Stop

What landed
there

A sister
falling

free.

All the way up
All the way up
is a fairy tale
is a night for sale

All the way up
in disbelief
All the way up
coming grief

It's a pinnacle
of *****
This airy thing
being brief

Or any belief
unheld
broken welds
silly thief

I cant write
there aren't any words here
I can't inhale enuf
I'm about to twitch
Calm comes on cool air
Gathering cricket calls
embedded in the dough of tonight
pressed thru my window screen

threads of night air extend and withdraw
a lure to my skin a sink to my heat

Breathing into bags of verse
Is it this end of the continuum
or the other I want

This adjustment I make
today
to the universe

shouldn't affect you
at all


still there
see
i told you

i know
you'll make
your own

back
at me


hmmm
i think
i felt that

I arrive at
this is mine
thinking
of what's yours

Life's first concert
a kiss
inside a wave
sweeping the value
from all else
forever now

First time that
particular part
of your head
and heart
jump started
yes this is life
delicious
glad you're here


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rap snap wrap fap
lap lap lap hap

blap

alap alapa lap slap
flap flap ed flap
tap ed tap tap

knap

hap that cap
yap yap yap
sap hap?

no hap no sap
wap yo crap
trap

Well there's something here
Needing to be sad

I meant said
Emotion in my voice

Fooling
Voice-to-text

Or
not

Something here
Still needing to be said

We sew
in and out of life

then out

Pieces of the world
fall

world
remains

fallen tall
on itself

I, this poet
game piece

Superfluous
never fit better
meant more

drawing blank
of sound

Skinny memories interrupting
skin memories

Skinned
tonight

Things I can't find
are vexing

nonsense
become cardigan

still I resist
here

Going
Hammeringly
Faster
There



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I'll take this space
adequately filled
with no one

And I'll drown it
introspectively
with ire

Conspicuous
consumption of
high regard

of breathless absence
and your presence
so willful

straining against
flitting away
from here

They won't let you stay
will they

They say
You are free now

To roam about
<undefined>

Not certain
About the order
may be the wine
comes first

It is the singing
that brings this smile
this impossible
not to smile

I listen to Susan Boyle
sing Wild Horses
Find lyrics
Find Stones recording

Split screen
Stones singing
Lyrics
Cast to speaker

Sing
Myself silly
in wonder
at the words

What they meant
at sixteen
and what they mean
now

<now-That fukin' thing again>

and this joy
Wild Wild Horses
Couldn't drag me away
from now



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I read another poet on here
who seems to think like I do

Extensive brain damage
Is more common
Then one might think

I have the Bliss
Of the dog
With his head out the car window

And the firehose of smells
Up his happy nose

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What gives me
these women
to whole
with my
half

What gives me
these moments
to have
with my
laugh

Thank you

we are in the cell
amorphous perhaps
a darkened patch
near others
touching some

do we swim
no, we aggregate
and flagellate
everything
close by

near enough
is all
touching
as long as I am
touching you

is all
that matters
and then
i am not
and am lost

it's all wrung out now
this life
this day

M teed
of what flowed
hard
in these veins
dry pumping

of a past life
grinding
away
at your
wishes

may as
well
do the dishes
makes as much
headway

and you
read in
on to this frame
a need to connect
to the mystery
you feel

be-neeth
be-low
be-still
be

against this hot blade
against the dissolving time
sleep against a sharp knife

this blade of time
it makes us numb
scores on our
forgetfulness
and that
is ok

this vein
winding
quietly
finds me
nurtures me with the feel
of alright

this terror of life
imagined strife
days on a knife
is only ice
p-poured on your life
these brains dancing
with their songs
with their throngs
imagined hongs
tatong tatong
are you along
for a song for
a longing
you
of you
along
am along
with you
right? Please
tell me          i'm
along

This looks
too poignant
I thought
and that
too pithy
we don't need help

Why you always

are you scared
are you sure

you can't take
a breath
here

so stop breathing
as if

We are at
the dissemination point
when all things are knowable
by everyone
and no one knows
what to do now
without edge
on which
to orient

No, you didn't!
SEE!
na nana na na na



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What am I?
Well, a zebra
obviously
But, does it fit?
I think not

Nothing to be said
is so loud
after such a thing

I waited for you
to love me
in anger

Your decisions
and the pressing
of all I am

Into your pocket
tucked down
nonchalant

Plank
after plank
hammering
down
the
page

A gnawing never
weighs them sparse

to hollow diz
jointed

scars



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The fumbling hand doesn't lie
uncertainty is a true thing
of aiming

Unlisten to the metallic framework
given to all kids, read aloud
sounds like

Certainty just because we want it
granted to all, before the fall
feels like

Look, I love you
and
you don't love me
simple right

It is too bad
I'm
your best friend
foff

Oh, wait
you're my
best friend too
foff

Someone said
in my head
about
my poetry

Gifts

This waveform
rat-a-tat-tat
is for you

of or not
the vibe
drops the mic
on your day

wakes  your ***
superseded maybe
by your electric shaver's
buzz

in the moment
you are drowned
reach
for the sound

of high heeled boys
toyz
someone's attic
emptied on this line

zing zuhing
zang
clangs in key

and ahm rahmin
and bumpin
an
this tangs

are or are not
of
the vibe

what is the lot
of not
at this level
note less

ring not
give not
live not

and Thursday
is the day things
feel better
sliding down

slammin'
charge down
my gullet

against
some good song
drenching the backdrop
with rich darkness

squirt i know
is the down
down down down

ahm just reachin'
your backteeth
grit ting

on now
tearing  out
you now

just ink
and not even

just link
the pulling
from tomorrow
'cause today



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Are crushing me
to a salty sandwich

Are lifting
or dropping

whatever
this is

into
wherever this is

to
whoever

the ****
u r

whenever
u

get around
to reading

this
u

u
u

target
of angst

searcher
for beauty

frustrated.


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Sorry bout all this poetry
such a rough approximation
ungainly and all
I have a dangerous
postulation
that I am here
only here
to entertain you
this is dangerous to me
as i am not very
and reluctant
to improve