Deranged reflection in the pantheon of
Spoons
Dripping dry by the kitchen
Sink
Flashes across the unknowable
World that wraps around every tiny surface that has ever
Been.

Buzz buzz.
Come the particles ,
Like electric.sand into our
Squinting
Gaze

In enclosing circles/and/between quick, jittering slices of their mantras .
Dropping staves of sing-song leaflets on the city from fluttersupreme
Aerial invasion

Discordant.diatonic_
A final, unheeded plea for
Human
Surrender


Warning the sleeping populace of impending
Obliteration   and
War.





They are here in my neighborhood,
As they have been
.

Rough-scuffed finger-tips
Touch the worn metal
Disk
Of the walk signal.
As the mad man blows polyphonic descending runs into a double saxophone
And screams raspy do-*** into the
Musky spring time

Oh yeah

Oh yeah.

We are

Smuckle berry
Finished
Here and

There was
A
Way
To
Behave

Is a shattered cathedral  .

Through the dusty air, hot light
Skitters across the corpse-cool
Glass

In perfect, manicured
Disarray.

1’ve been searching
In thrift stores and on eBay
For the kinds of windbreakers that were cool when I was
Little

I get to wear them now
And I know how

I pierced my ear a few years ago.
I did it myself with a hollow point needle
Slowly
But deliberately

And it was good.

I wear an earring everyday
To remind myself that I’m not
Dead
Yet. And it was something I wanted to do but never got around to it.

I’ve been
Making sure that I never stop
Growing.

I wilt like nothing  you’ve ever seen
In stagnation.

But I think the dog spit out her medicine tonight

I found it on the old hardwood
With tongue worn uncertainty

No dose must be better
Than double dose

With a custody so
Precious.

So I will hope she rests safely
Through the
Soft
Night.

And the late dinner can of minestrone in my
Grandmother’s last sauce ***
Smells like a lost thought of
Home

Home is
Something
I’ve been working very hard to
Dial-in.


My love
Is a pine-green toaster covered in
Crumbs.


And you
Are the bread I tried to bake from
Scratch
But I forgot to feed the wild yeast starter and landed with
Mold.

This time,
I will give
Thanks
To each pea and
Carrot
In my
Broth

All paths lead to certain death
Do something good along the way

Hip space dog
Peanut butter days are here again.