"I Think And"


I think
And shape myself
Daily, imperfectly
You
Influence me
In many ways
I am not human
You are not human
We are human

"I Think"

I think I am a great poet
And I know it
May be my own opinion, but
If someone is following you
You are not paranoid
Life owes nothing to those
Who think they are poets
Life owes nothing to no one
Life isn't fair
I don't like that much
Mommy, make it better

"It"



it is what you say it is
it is what a dog perceives

I see a form
I want to touch
         in kindness
I hesitate in fear
         continuously
It hurts

"Is Real"


Your error is real
And so is my rage
If I let myself
I would hit you
Very very hard, and long
Until I felt satisfied
Then I would spit on you
And walk away
Crying
And ashamed

Power tempts me
Power thrills me
I squirm
In the lack of it
I imagine, an eternal
Benevolent being
That gives me
Power
The delusion
Satisfies

Is Jack, jack?
i don't know no more
listen to good a drummer
drummin differently to much
is in orbit mit dem ***
teroids hemorrhoids itchy plenty
but so what?
i don't know his forms
effort and song belongs
somewhere but not in my
iddy bitty head fluctuating
syncopatic homeopathic
homeo homeo wherefore art
gave himself head advice
in the mirror at the
bug house fluctuating
asyncopatic and swallows
it whole from the T.V.
and dances but he
don't know why
why?