I;ve bought so much junk on EBAY lately and it's ridiculous and pretty much an addiction at this point.

just books I occasionally flip thru,
and exercise equipment I keep in the corner,

and shirts I toss away when I get embarrassed by the design,

and shoes I find to be too adolescent,

and hats that don't fit right,

and knives I keep folded up in a box,

and posters that
are crumpled and uglier than their represented pictures,


and tables built of recycled match sticks,

and brides that won't stop complaining,

and illegals who just run away after I open the container.

it's an addiction indeed, but I've

run out of money
so I'm cured

I got a 25 cent raise.

I'm gonna buy
bubble gum

and mac and cheese

and a pellet gun to shoot geese with.


I like sunsets in Greece while it's still cold.


I sit in the apartment
and peel paper from the walls and write

GOOD over and over and over again until the whole wall is filled.


25 cents for surgery on my head.

a glass of juice,
citrusy and good

and a ***** to ride when i'm hot.

25 cents
I like death.

i am death

and i am rotting
death as i die

everyday 1000 times.

my final form

....

valiant art

woke up late again

suffering somewhere close to you.


breezy and cool yet still wear these ***** sleeves.

cars and their occupants are angrier than ever-

everyone, including children
and animals

and old ladies at the store selling chocolate

are all angrier
than I remember.


could it be me?   but I've long since given up
hating
things because they exist

these 2 days feel like a month
and I'm just staring at a wall addorned with pictures of a frog that someone
felt tasteful to put up here.

some incense going-

the guy with the one eye,
out of a
colander
and glass vase.


styrofoam cups with seed.


beating heart bored of the routine

The mind
when immersed in memories
of yesterday carried by
hopes of tomorrows
and thoughts that like stones
on the surface of a lake
skip from feeling to heart
tracing ripples of emotions
as from nature's beauty
to the smallness of self
is a universal totality
brushing wind over water
to wave onto shore
a life that lost on Earth
helps grow the next wave
that reaches beyond
into the horizon
where some go to sleep
while others wake
are born or take last breath
to be born again
matters not if the sun shines
or the moon reflects on its surface
glass only gives back
the reality of what is
not what one wants
the universal blanket
over and under
above and below
into time on end
not wavering not changing
to accommodate humanity
sustains eternity
what was and what will be
wishing to be more
is as a mere leaf that falls
over an oak seed on its bank
majestic in the passing
before and after us
is where we take part
of forever

Marta
06/01/2017