let positive feedback loops be locks of blonde hair.

let angels be the rivers that come together, making us real

let this embrace
by the fireplace
be the whole universe,
now or never

lost forever--
we've a lot to sever.

and sever it well with words like perfect
which are not only words, but ringing verses
of an infinite thing that can't be contained
like clouds that were building, and so it rained.

before i left town, you cut your hair
and where it is now, does anyone care?
they severed it well, my infinite love
i bid you fare well, where ever I go.

A message i had to send to the blood in my veins,
Connected by music and metaphor to a special girl
Who showed me a song
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

oh coroner, coroner
a note from the boy in the corner
once someone looked down at these feet
and they belonged
now you can only see them from the outside
they are pale and empty descendants
from what was once in ways a thriving wonder

posthumously i work wonders
but they are mixed with dark poison
a poison for some, an elixir for others
and i have a deepset urge
to find it in her lips once more

a phantom that couldn't escape corrosive love
an eternal struggle i wish death--
or your hips--
could dash.

Death calls me like a hound baying
In my twenty-seventh year something fell off inside me and hit the floor

I lurched.
I saw the Dog.

Like a fat pitbull with huge shoulders and a big meaty head, drooling slobber onto hot concrete
From that mess of a maw--
It matches the wound it wants
In appearance

And nothing about It
Draws me near It

So I threw my lunch his way and I ran! As fast as I could
In the other direction.

I hope we can be friends!

I see the myriads rise and meet destruction,
With two glass ***** I watch them glow and burst.

Like veins that grew and struck at nothing,
They choke and seize the tenuous sky.

My eyes do sip the harrowed splendor,
Which meets its end in total blindness--
The certainty of self.

They contain a substitution
Hooked up to their backwards cousin--
Across their surface
Swims admission.

Selfish, selfish.
Coming, coming.

Angels howling through the cosmos
Tore my flesh to shreds,
In time

I could never be this person.

That is why I have to die.

Selfish, selfish.
Coming, coming.

Thank you for that pretty warning--
Even that, a purchase for me
I will have to answer for it
Cancer, this equivocation.

///

I am like a cat, or virus
Curl up, cringe into a gyrus
One day I'll have nothing left
But I
Am many
Other things.

a flower can't be black
but a prophet can be concrete
its disciple might be your back

or your ***

death is coming for all of us
but life is not
so touch all the right woman
in all the right places

for me,
that is how it seems

deeper draughts,
deeper goes some dream

reeling, spinning out from my hands and eyes
farther than i can throw some rock i picked up
and yet watching me from the bushes
in between the leaves

and under my fingernails

breathe into the open womb
really feel that breath leaving you
and glow, bead, along that musical string
concentrate. style yourself well

or let style leave you wild

i am not inside with you
i am apart, another thing
you are your only friend
with fingers inside other lives

that is like death, isn't it? forever,
being apart...

I am dreaming of
Collapse
The aimlessness
Of poetry

The hopeless reach
Of poems that
I'll never read.

What a ****** poem

sweetie pie,
it is time to go to bed.

daddy is not telling you
a bedtime story tonight.

we are all out
of Love!

you see, the sadness you feel in your heart
is just like the deep empty blackness in the sky
in between the stars

right now

there is no point in bedtime stories,
honey.

you can cry until you tell me
daddy is right.

the blackness goes on forever
and all the bedtime stories have been told,
if i told you one you would just grow old,
and die

We

Have changed.

I'm reeling with discomfort
The nauseous passenger of an insane God
But I should thank discomfort
Because I knew he'd turn into sheer pain
Those sensations of dying,
The soul rot.

I am holding my brains in with one hand everywhere I go,
But it gets worse than this and everybody knows.
As I precariously shop for my destiny,
I know I precipitated sacred texts
I crystallized demons
When I formed a self
And they will not go away.

But you will not acknowledge these things
You'd hospitalized me
You'd stigmatize me
Your Haj of death
Your happy pain
Your cult of hell

You've penetrated me before
You'll do it again
It is sick, the way we have to operate

The girl with the white lies
Is the girl with the black silhouette

Our love was a distortion of the human heart
It was a ****** up romance, an American delicacy
it was the black & red thigh highs

We tied a knot of lust, made each other's beds and business
I'm sure you won't mind me taking this piece of you
Picking each other apart like ravens
To themed music, you sweetly provide

In your arms I found the saddest minor harmony
With my self-harm. If I didn't explode
You would have found my sacrifice unworthy,
Swept me off the altar and disappeared

You were delighted at my promise of simple dissolution,
But time has decided that was a lie
Because I'll have a hard time seeing life any other way
You made my nights, you made my nights

What those jampacked detonators could've meant...
But time skipped ahead
They are partial duds,
My brain's anticlimax

I employ a jolt of levity,
In Zeusian style
And calamity meets calamity

Life is good again
And sweet Clarity is here
I am the little spoon,
She is holding me gingerly

I wish that
You would die
So i
Can go on living
Happy,
Fed.

Becoming her was strange
I knew what i had done
I'll never fix your brain
I'll never be the one

So please, stop writing poetry
I know that you're in pain

If i could...
I'd take it all away.

We'll never fix your brain

Liquid sunshine, I like that
Keep it moving just like that
Take the rain and give it breath
Take that pain and give it death

When you wash over my head,
I feel the warmth of feeling cold.
When you pull me through the world,
I feel the youth in getting old.

And I'm tired, tossed and told.

But at every turn my life was bold
At every insult I was sold
I rang,
"It's priceless,
More than gold."

See I forgot my Midas touch
And money never mattered much
It's like the feeling of the rain
Yes, just to feel
Is something gained.

My brain
Seized up
And pieces
Broke off
I miss telling you I love you

And feeling wholesome

Watching pieces fall into the pit below
And making echoes
I'll keep climbing

I'm a demon

I am a demon

Sometimes I wonder why i
hold on
So tight
To the thing that
Killed me
When it lets me down so often
Makes me feel
So awkward
Sends a buzzing message
That I guess I don't belong

You might think I'm crazy
For saying that at this point
Babe, I love you dearly
Don't mistake the message

It's just that there's this problem
We're never seen here solving
Don't blame you for a second
Baby, blame me.

I know where we're going

Across the valley
Sitting in the cafe
Listening to you speak
I felt a loose piece of flesh,
Forming a hole in my definition

I'm hearing the howl of broken airlock,
Or entropy's grating nails on my skeleton,
As the lions of your life
Crash into my eye
They come out with your words

You are not a proud person,
But the universe is proud for you
Naturally, when you get up to take the day.

You can stay on that track
If you take this step by step,
If you're very careful with yourself.

(Down to the river to pray)

Strike a clear chord in my ear,
My theory's been pulverized.
Not by any blunt force but it twists and ignites and is generally unreliable
So take my twisting fingers in the palm of your voice
When I know what you are is good
Without a single doubt.

"Don't you dare disrespect me"
He said.

We are trying to stretch it out
It is not disrespectful
It is fine
It is enough
It is even pleasurable

No it is not,
Stop lying,
You don't enjoy that

You are DEFINITELY ALLOWED
To express that you don't
Yes I know you see the privileged ones doing it
Yes I know that is such a shameful thing

But complain

Want more

Because I know you don't enjoy that.

I know you have fought so hard to say you do,
But swallow your pride
You don't
You don't enjoy it.

You want more
And yes you will regret it but go on
Take more
Adventure on

Nothing will stop your future regret
But I want you to have this

They are the things we call great from certain angles
They are the things we will die for

Yes yes yes they will call us evil
It is beyond certain
Yes yes yes this poem could even be used against you
You believe yourself exonerated
But go a level deeper
What's the worst thing you would do, huh?

Just take your slice and die,
It will always disappoint in the end
You can't hide your shame
But take your slice, take it
And yes, for the love of God
Complain.

If you must.

The whole world is a muttered apology,
Holding its brilliance over my head like a playground bully
Only on his face I see the furrowed brow of confusion,
Like he doesn't know why he's doing this to me

And yet with sudden jerks of motion he carries out his worldly duty
And when I jump or whine he is hastened in it
Like a corrections officer at the county jail.

You can't purchase dreams with innocence
You can't trade patience for greatness.

Only across the seas of death do I see retribution for so many lost souls,
Who suffered badly or worse than Jesus Christ,
But none of these could turn water into wine,
No homeless man can heal a passerby.

I suppose that makes him a cell of the body made only destined for flogging,
Never meant to return sight to the blind.

And anyway, they've all long since died.

Well I know I'm wrong but my dreams aren't coming true
And that makes me feel sad and dark
I'm being chained up in the dark
And it's being written down as an act of justice.

Won't you love me, and set my gifts aflight?

Despondent
Whirring environment
Crestfallen eyes
Second layer,
Eyes of fire
But beneath
I don't know what I'm doing here

The touch is nice
But the feel won't stay
I'm just gonna
Float today, don't wanna
Dig too deep
Where the problems lie
Hide and let it
Pass me by

*******.

I know what I'm up against
I'll build this pillar here
And pull up that one there
And I'll put that dome on top

We are the versions of the self.

We describe it as trying to be
Or say we simply are

We pass one another on trains
Breathe in the other's skin cells

We know the condition of brotherhood
And that of a stranger

We are ignorant of motherhood--
What man is a mother?

We still go to war, with our history recorded
We know the unintelligent condition
We know the intelligent condition

We trash solipsism
Tell me any other story

So she read her book, the living page
She knows what's a gift,
Senseless rage

Dancing in theatres
That certain way

We borrow from stars in the furthest reaches,
It will never matter

Fluff up the product.

I plucked a book from my closet
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
I open to a random
573
The Test of Love -- is Death

It hurts
to hold this book
to hold this poem
in my hands

because you got me this book

you showed me all the most painful things
brand new, this book, ******* you with wine in my veins
and played me out, and I was young and dumb
I should have played the game, but I flipped out
you were terribly cute, threateningly Norwegian
I HATE to admit this, but I STILL love you like
the deepest laceration, the sorest wound of this animal
though I know it to be only longing
for the semblance of a truly wild life.

It hurts so bad because I'll die and never talk to you again
I always purposefully acted crazy and burned bridges with every ex-lover
Here's what I held from myself:

I know that I am good enough
That I don't have to worry
That I will overwrite your memory
With new love, true and blazing bright
And it will all be okay. More than that,
It will mean more than you could ever mean to me.

I don't know what to do with my body.
Clumsy along, I battle when it's time to battle and drink when it's time to drink
No sure future ahead, I sing a song.

My brain is being quartered by four horses
I'm trying to bring the kingdom come but it won't fit
It's time for action, I muster it down
And to some thing commit

If I really meant it, I'd sit and plan
And cut down weeks precisely
And I think I will,
I'll sharpen my sword.
I think it'll turn out nicely.

May I ask why,
though I have worked all my life and times on a singular subject,
toiled day in and day out,
never missed a day of class,
studied hard and made novel discoveries in my field,

...

why you have given your student such a beautiful world to live in,
and privately consider me an expert of unrivaled caliber?

Why, oh why do you give me such a line of credit?

And why do you love me?

I guess some dedicate their lives to math,
Others take naked pictures with makeup and sleep just fine

I guess some people engineer rockets,
Others quit guitar and ******* with self pity

I suppose some people grow up in abject poverty
Others are complaining they weren't "handed the sort of character to serve in the military."

I guess consciousness is an odd sort of science,
And I guess there's a lot you could say about us.

I stand before God,
A brazen thing
A human alleging to understand exactly what it is
Aware of the element of idiocy
Aware, aware, aware
Of the spectrum enacting itself

Of the weirdness of history

The experience wants and betrays itself
The experience hides
The experience watches itself warily

No demiurge to speak of
There is not one way
Singularity is a lie
I see you

"I see your crooked path"
Well you made it be crooked
It is not my fault
And I truly did not have a choice

Yes you did,
It makes me so mad when you say that
Oh, you will understand

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
Except the devil himself.

Looking at the event horizon,
I see derivatives.

Aspects i could only uphold for a brief section
To you, that was the whole time.

People who were physically beautiful their entire life,
Well how could they be and not me?
Because they are derivative,
And though I could always be invalidated on this point and called insane,
I believe I'm looking out
And seeing all reflections of myself,
Everything derivative.

People who could always sing,
People who were always sad,
I was always a baby, i always had to die.

All mixed aspects
Infinity lensed through infinity
You end up with products utterly dissimilar.

But they all have veins tied in to me
I am the heart of this entangled matter
But I always existed and I'm just a moment along that recurring timeline
Each moment fighting to be important
Or maybe some taking a submissive role
Or maybe some fighting and losing
Or maybe some are both
Or maybe some winning
Or maybe winning is losing
Or maybe there are always so many ways to look at a moment
Or maybe there is only one and that's this right now
But I see derivatives
These characters are all derivatives
All necessitated by my existence

But am I special
Or am I inert?

I need you
To dissect me
A little animal
With my skin so free

I didn't wanna fight
With my sustenance
You make me wanna cry
You're injustice

And I need you
To dissect me
Figure out my brain
When I try to sleep

And I need you
To direct me
Shepherd of the sun
Need some guidance please

The whole world wakes up...

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE.
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
AND I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

I need you
To eject me
A bitter little pill
Called empathy

Make it count
A 123
Take me out
When it's hard to breathe

And I need you
Like you need me
A little old friend
Called Necessity

And I want you
To undo me
You're driving me insane,
What's my forking name?

And Wake Up!

IYYY YAM RIGHT,
WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, YAY
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

IYY YAM RIGHT,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
...WE GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WOMAN GETS WEAKER

We can make a sacrifice
On and on to darker times
Living in a memory
Anything and everything

We came here to analyze
Our relations through dead eyes
We are mutants in the sun
Look at what the world's become
....
SO WHEN'S THE NEXT WAVE?
I'M BEATING MYSELF
IN THE HEAD, BABE
I'M LEAVING MYSELF
NOW I'M MELTING
KNEW WHAT I WAS
BUT I DIDN'T WANNA TELL ME

HYPERREAW,
THAT'S A FEACHO
I'M LIVING MY LIFE IN THE BLEACHOs
GAVE BIRTH TO AN ARROGANT CREATURE
NOT MY FAULT
WHEN THE WATER GETS DEEPER

I watched the wind pull gossamer threads apart.
Something deep inside me shifted uncomfortably,
But for the most part I just stood and stared.

I don't want her hair ******* up my mornings
I don't want her kindness to make me sweat anymore
I wish I could pull all your memories of me
From your mind
On a string

The wind blows seeds and leaves
And yeasts and plastic shopping bags...
What winds will I dance with before it's all over?
A different wind from lovers lost--
But for the most part I just stood and stared.

What was once green skin
Gripping the fruit
Is now a browning husk
Coming loose

Age stirs in the dissolution of the ego
And as time passes by
We learn not to whine
Nor ask why
But we fight by calling truce.

And how long will you dote to tell my story,
My love?
And how tight can you possibly hold me,
That my insides should crumble
And my hopes and dreams should fall?

This, no, this
Is our middle space
The place where we come together
And compromise it all.

The life doesn't belong to me
Or the tree
Or the forest,
That is the force which gently pries with time
This husk from my body
And it feels good
But it hurts,

I fall

The shattered moon
This wake of light
Has crashed upon the Earth's rough skin

The trial of the sun
It has no judge
No heavy eyes

The shattered moon
The broken arms
Of good intention, love and charm

As broken angels
With ingrown horns
Go back and forth in broken light

It isn't done,
But when it is
You will be the precipice
My precious light
Will you decide
To leave yourself and be a guide?

For all
The glory
I've known

And for all
The glory
I'll know?

For all that glory
I'll go
And I will die
I'll make it right
I'll be the moon
I'll be the moon

dizzy boy falls all over the place everywhere he goes
pretty faced dizzy boy bug eyed dreamer
knocked off a couple IQ points
you can lose your mind and get it back
you can have a little renaissance

scans items for customers and engages in conversation
feeling like he lost time and missed opportunities
trying to figure out how he fits with his girlfriend
trying to figure out love

tearing off chunks of flesh and cursing at his reflection
throwing those chunks at him
they slide down the mirror with blood
he's disgusting

suckling pleasure's golden ****,
is he playing with poison?
i don't really think it's that bad.

i guess we'll see
i guess we'll see what time holds for our insane friend
his fiddling hands spark magic
his mind has some smooth curves
i guess we'll see

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

Oh, I...
I can't pretend I understand you
I run out of breath just thinking about
How far I let you slip, you slip
Away from me, well
Anything could happen.

I fall in love so dizzy
I break my heart for everyone to see
All the little pieces
See all these little pieces?

So if you dog-eared different pages

If you

Hold them in your hands,
While they don't burn
Admit it then, you love me
Oh, will we ever learn?

I am going to the temple to bleed.
I am raw. I am set to the mark.
I do not apologize for being me.
I will not let death happen to me.

I am going to the temple to bleed.
I will announce my love for you there.
I don't know what it means,
But it's all that I have.
I am heavy as I make my way there.

The spirits around
Make unsettling sounds
But the wavering's never me.

The one that I love
Gazes back into me,
Whom I came to the temple to see.

Don't brag, words are for the insecure
Bare your strength and weakness to the world in silence
People observe the prominent attributes
As you move across their world

It taints the schema in their minds
To have to boast at all

If you're lacking, give it slack
And sense out what is wrong
Look for ways to hone the skill
And build yourself up strong.

Just enjoy life.

What deeds will you turn today?

The intentional are strung on a web with all the animals
And there in their little cove they speak a dialect--
Making gestures of gentry
Having little rendesvous'es

I'll get up and turn a wheel at a chain restaurant,
That is my place for now
I am on probation
The world is not on probation
It is free to do what it wants,
Unlike me.

And soon I will be driving my own car.

And you, I will take your sad days
And turn them to a man
I will take your turn-aways
And do the best I can
I will take your anger
And bite my ******* tongue
And I won't let them send me to jail again
I can't be the only one

You cast out stars from your body
The moment you were born

Their exuded world fractures
And your body travels along the cracks
Like a dreamer's bead

You never were truly that impressive
Muted by your own repetition
A chemical whorl spinning aimlessly in space

These fissures, they find you
They are howling doors to nothing
And scream out their blame and charges of ineptitude
Of negligence and apathy
With tales of abuse

But you know the truth
It was never your fault
Reality had to go a certain way
And yes, you are reality
But it's just not your fault.

That's the main thing I want you to know, Matt:
None of this is your fault.

intro
(here it is, what i've been trying to say,
telling you my story, ranting away
giving you the details of my runaway life
so anxious all day, so buried in strife
how tragic it is that we have unique stories
but upon sharing our fears and experienced worries
it comes out in words that seem hackneyed and common
until we articulate it right,
that's the life of a human)

body
Trust me. You don't want to be doing this.
Wasting all my time, you said I need to prove it.
But that's something I've struggled with,
Long time coming
I've made my mistakes. I'm sick to my stomach

Because the cops are convinced they're doing this right
And the jails and the lawyers, they're all right
You don't want to be waking me early for buses
Taking four hours away for a drug test

You act like I'm dangerous, think I deserve it
All the time that you're taking is time I could work on it
You've misinterpreted me,
And hurt me badly
I'm glad I can balance, but not everybody
Has the same resources.
And check your sources!
Mad corporations are unwholesome forces
And I was a brick in an unholy fortress.
I think it's sick that I slept in their purses.

Trust me, you don't want
To sink claws in my sleep
I'm working too hard just to make ends meet.
And when winter comes and the snow fills the streets
You would punish me, hard, if I slipped on the sleet.

Trust me because you *can
I can't prove to machines
That I love my life, that I love my family.
That I want the best for my community
That if I had the money, more people might eat.

I've had this dream of a responsible West
I sense a stubborn preoccupation,
Enslaving the rest
I want to be a model of compromise
Between privilege and giving
A bridge for the lies

A bridge for the lies to cross, if they choose
And put our love to better use

And even if this dream never really comes true
I wrote these words in worldly view.

Hide me from the horizon--
Its open skies
Burn my skin

And i don't want to look
At the end of the book
When i've yet to really begin

But the book was already written
Its plot was already played
So why am I so nervous,
If I already have it made?

Because I know a world of roses.

What's on the other side?

If there is a horizon,
I guess i'll have to hide.

It changes you to ruin it.
To act is to offer up a court of law
To an imperfect judge
As justification seeps in from all sides.

A young boy is still learning.

He can steal a toy and just as soon be sorry,
Like a puppy, and be earnest in his love's intention

But as we age we harden,
and to look down at witness your hands
doing a damning thing
Rings with a phrase like "narrow specialization."
It changes you
And to hold it in suspense is better but that can madden you.

It's so important that we choose the second option anyway
That we try to change and combat the patterns that can begin to consume our lives
Don't get used to ruining your life out of spite
You're worth it
You can really work yourself up into something even greater
You already have
Take it to a new level!

No **** my reaction was out of line.
But if they think they had it right,
They're out of their minds!

Juvenile hall for truancy,
Are you kidding me?
No one wanted to listen,
No one would ever listen to me.

I came from a nice suburban home
But I couldn't disagree with my parents like a sane adult,
Because I was a bipolar kid.

And then when it all comes crashing back
Back to the place where I couldn't deal with it right
Dragging back a gut full of ulcers,
And I got caught driving under the influence,
You tear me apart

You whip me on my knees,

You do not help me learn
Or help me to my feet.

In emergencies I admitted myself to hospitals
On fire, I put forth earnest trials
When I make a mistake these vultures turn on me

Except for the saving grace of a court program
Volunteered by a good judge

Still, you make me into a second class citizen
You weigh me down to an exasperated state
I could be trusted to help myself much more effectively

No one wants to listen,
And I do not deserve it.

Before the final Oath was born
Two were riding toward,
Locked in eternal war.

Obscured was their conclusion,
Giving mystery to the living Oath.

Their teeth were in each other's throats,
Spears run through the hated sternums.

And ribbons of their blood addressed
The royal stature of their lives.

What happens when two kings lay claim
To one kingdom
Is a shame

And infinitely many kings
(I do expect)
Would do the same.

Every now and then I remember that I should miss you
It's not my body that's battered
It's my sense of self and safety.

What little consistency my days once had
Has been invaded by these holes appearing under my skin
They make me nervous, I notice
At times like this

When I remember I should miss Brian.

I cleaved our friendship apart with angry words
Undeserved
I don't even remember what I said

I think it's been two or three years.

Dominicans are rebuilding after Maria
I'm convinced of the strength of my depression
And that not resenting my parents
Is some sort of storybook mission

It is even worse to be part of your culture's decay
When you see it all happening before your very eyes

I'm pinned down by the infrastructure
A steel shard is running through my face
And they don't know what to do with me

I'm subject to such tragic analogies as that
Men used to be great
Where is that alive in me?

It's the sharp smell of saturated soil
Watching a puff-chested robin pluck a worm from the earth.
Violet tickled feet hop the spring marsh,
And sharp yellow trills sound like the nearby
Rambling brook.

They come along in mostly threes and fives.

Time ensconces her like petals.
Scrolling through one life we see
Petals wrapping left, or right:

Flying forward, hear the chickies cheeping
She feeds their yawning beaks a worm
The cowbird, now, she's noticing

Rustling petals tell their story:
Macon is her winter home.
The southern air smells slightly sweeter

Flipping through the days and seasons
Petals welcome blackened fruits
The fetus of inimic feature
Is pregnant with shadows of the past.

It's how her collapsing body made room
For everything that has been.

And heading eggwards, backyard feeders
Summers spent in Pennsylvania
Followed rounds and first palms ever...

Waketh I, to pungent earth!

Baby robins are good-natured
I suppose in life, they must commit some grave crime
So say to all these blackened fruits of mine:
Trophies for participation.
Help me down into my place
Be the wet-nurse of my

No, I don't,
No, I can't
Stop stop stop
Stop stop stop

You have the power to condemn the writhing innocents,
Be careful with it,
Please.