put on this planet to suffer, there's no poetry in the silence.
  just an aching like a broken clock and a heart which
slowly
rusts

thank you lime green
swimming pool with turtle neck doves that **** on  toddlers by the faculty
gym


thank you merica
  
  thank you iran

thank you god
  thank you
blm
  
thank you blt

  thank you mayo and chipotle sauces
   thank you my shoes for which I trample  blind mice
  thank
  you fathers of the land
  thank you  the dust which never settles and the hand which slaps .
thank you ,
liutenant dan . thank you  
          swallowers

when I'm dead,
  it'll be like nothing ever happened. I could have saved time not being born

I could live in the ice.
  I don't mind heat but
95 isn't pleasant. what work can you do?
    lobster red in 5 minutes
raking a lawn and watering a bush.  so you sit inside and eat popsicles.
   and it's too hot to lay down and the fan is 2 watts. the toaster in the tub cools it off quick,
  with the electrolytes and all.  another day for swimming

had an abcess on my gums,
that **** ****** ,  and it ruptured and I swallowed pus while sleeping  unbeknownced to me that it ruptured,
and I went to the dentist and had my wisdom ripped out ,

why can't we keep the tooth?
  
        I had no pain pills. I merely walked in the light

have not slept  
this is how Dali did it,
this is how he painted
his elephants on stilts and melting strawberries in blue bowls.
  this is how Picasso rolled a ball of dirt into a woman,
and how
michelangelo
   gave himself to the lord.
   this is how a child
  eats from the box
of Kraft
  and the    girl cries herself to sleep for what she can't have and nothing changes.
  this is how it goes,
  this is how it always was and always will be.   the past whispers to the  
     thorn like it cares. and the  man stands tall among demons.  now go to bed and
dream

sun ,  
i hate you.
    I hate you as you rise,
  as your gerber face creeps over the grass.
i  hate the purple water and the ants
   which march in unison to battle drums .
  i hate the orange juice smile as you pack away your things,
  i hate the
  whisper when it's already lost.  miles ahead,
   i hate a few things -- but the list gets shorter as i get
   older.
why hate what you cant change?