There's an old lady in your neighborhood who sits.
She knits and knits and knits.
And knits herself into existence,
She knits her aching wrists.

Her circumstance of birth
Is not like yours and mine
And the alarm of this discrepancy
Is sealed in strands of time.

It's odd, she never had
A mother, or a dad
But she knits them as she knits herself
And knits her seven kids.

Oh, ain't it strange?
Oh ain't life absurd?
It all checks out and comes around
But we only shared a word.

There's a man in Andromeda's sea
He's not like you or me
Because being that far changes you
Into something you can't be

But our thoughts could make him dance
On a giant knot of chance
And maybe all that space is full
Of books and beams of trance.

A tangent needs a touch,
And what could matter more?
Some dreams fall to obscurity
Cause no one's keeping score.

Oh, ain't it so weird?
Oh, but normalized!
Abstraction crumbled instantly
When it was realized.

Our skin is like disaster
With radiant ***** of hope
Nested on the precipice
Leaning into death

And death leans into me--
The leaning is preferred to picking beaks or bullets
Because it's the pressure that makes daisies and lovers out of clay

Like a little kid pushing playdough through a plastic toy

And you can lie and cling to meaning
When the hemorrhaging starts
Say: the kid is pushing me through a heart-shaped hole
I hope at least he's having fun
But there is no child in there
And no one wants to feel like a *******'s pen

And I'm scared of what my pen might say,
If pens could talk

But then again, at least I can imagine it. **** on that for a minute, it's a funny thought.

But no, I was never awkward.
Because I only go in one direction
Crossing ether with ether til there's flowers,
Smacking my palm's meat against a tree trunk to confirm that yes, it is hard.

But I know I was low. Oh, I'm so sure I was low!
Bending under the weight of weightlessness to become way too scared of letting go.
This all must be someone's fault,

But we don't know.

So pick your spruce tips in the spring.
You're right, the flavor was bright and citrusy
A nice snack indeed, filled with vitamin C

And eat your food from cans, it's quite a certain thing.
Maybe you're eating from your own stomach,
There's no way to really tell.

Yes, you're giving birth inside yourself--
True, osteoblasts rove bones
And ribosomes fold proteins while you fold your clothes

And the passion with which you make love is noted.
And I am pregnant I am pregnant I am pregnant like the sky
I can't bear to tell you any more,
Please stop hassling me with all your questions.

Are you really made of stone, deep down in there?
With soft tissues between, yes I am, yes we are?
She seems to want to know.
Wants to say that she's glad to know
And she's scared like you
That we are kissing cousins
That our veins go in circles and circles... don't go nowhere

But what if they do?
Can we talk about something else,
Maybe put something on TV
Slide photons into our eyes and mash up matter in our mouths
And I'll watch you fall asleep and see your chest rise and fall
And we can paint a house
And we can be in love,
Oh yes we can.

You are so much lower than yourself
Impossible to solve,
Held together with tape.

What a waste of time,
With your broken wing
Forced to watch hallucinations of others winning big.

And you don't even try
Because you know the truth.

Oh, the moon sometimes cares to stare back.
And when she does, she sighs.
You never knew that shade of blue
When you were alive.

You thought you did
In times of jaded woe and un-surprise,
But tiny waves of wonder
Were running through you all the time.

So thank you for your feedback,
And rank your every rhyme--
A comma makes a difference
And difference is sublime.

Don't pay me for this poem--
Just cast the words aside.

The things I'll never be
Are all haunting my mind.

Oh, the things I'll never be...
They're eating me alive.

Everything is right with you
Everything is wrong with me
I don't know what you said
That made me believe

I am just a fallen child
****** hair fossilized
You always meant the worst for me
Things I was waiting to see

A cackling flame swallows up my belief
Then you curse the unbelievers
It's happening to me
Shoot him on sight
Don't take my greed
Don't swallow this pill,
I'll make you bleed
For me

For me...

I wanna have fun but I
Always feel guilty
I don't know why these flowers are
Always wilting
But I've seen worse and I'm
Thankful for
My bruises and cuts
And aches and sores, oh no

What have I done?

You better not say I'm the only one?

I'm in
Company with
All these demons
At least they all know how I always mean it

I know you know
Everything
You'll never go away
Just stop looking at me like (that)
..you know
Everything
I always meant the best
But I
Cracked open my head

I've never been to Chicago
I don't care
I don't want to hear your songs
Cause we're nothing and nowhere
And by any other name
You'd hurt just as much
I feel the weight of my shame,
I feel molested by your touch

I know you know
Everything
I'm missing some songs
But they never meant a thing
I know you know
Everything
You know I didn't mean it
Just let me go and deal with this

You smell
Like baby's breath and
Cigarettes

//

I need you to know that I am not well read

//

It's not like that,
No it's not like that

Who gave you all that power,
Where'd you get your guns?

I guess we'd want to stay humble
If I'm the only one.

Your teeth are razor sharp,
You've got armies,
You've got everything but hope.

I am somewhere inside
Until I look like you,
The noose at the end of my rope.