Are the only true love you'll ever know,
don't break your heart hating yourself.
instead mend every crack by acknowledging
the fact that none is worth your
tears but
YoU
Don't burden your soul with tones of regret
what's gone's gone and pining about it doesn't change it
for every moment lived is etched in stone
where from it can never be erased.
Nourish your soul by let go of your past
and focusing on the future for only
tomorrow can be changed by
YoU
Don't discombobulate your mind by second guessing
the decisions you made, if it didn't work out try again
or move to something new. Thinking about what
could have been had you taken a different path
is a cancer that will infest on your mind
and from better destinations keep you blind.
Your losses can not be changed but the opportunities
on your plate can be consumed to success by
YoU
empty your heart, free your soul, clear your mind
close that account and forget the imbalances..
YoU
are the obstacle in your path
and by letting go the
KeY

"Lonely is a knife who's handle fits the
mind too well, it's oldest and most hospitable friend" - Don McKay
(Nocturnal Animals)

.......
January light
               off a clowncar passerby
who latches their gloves
               to polka-dotted walls painted
with blood and sometimes
              morning mercury

a lipstick kiss
a cereal box opened for the last time
before it's owner packs their belongings and leaves to the aforementioned morning!
his own (!!!sunshine bride!!!)
isolation who waits for summer's attentions
and beach side              lanterns being gifted       to my uncle
(THE MOON)
and those distant relatives gleam expectantly but live too far
OVER          THE          CONTINENT          OF          GAL­AXIES
TO                BE             PAID                        ANY       MIND


My shoes squeak and mice
bark beneath
muddy
floor-
boards.

February now associated with poison
a phantom evergreen
an unwritten love letter to someone who's starved of intimacy and who currently shakes the cereal box trying to find the prize after everything else has been eaten, everyone else has left.
All of Shiva's thousand barbed toenail clippings packed up in a nicely crafted bag
delivered to her partner's door
(26 miles away)
on a neighboring island

"THANK YOU!
WISH YOU WERE HERE!"

A photograph is only as sentimental as the memory of that who took it
(after which it becomes a subjective experience
a visual poem
a sort of hallucination...? sort of?)
FIREPLACE...
CRICKETS IN A WHEAT FIELD...(OHIO)
THERMOMETERS WHISTLING INTO THE BEDROOM SKULLS
OF SLEEPY CHILDREN...
you know?

.....those years now faint, and times decayed with the leprosy of time itself
.....who's shelf life may be 365 days or more??
depends on how well it was [PACKAGED] to be [HONEST]

As a crater now ABANDONS it's irradiated animals to pocket another fiver
or blow another lost pup who's mouth is burning with rabies
(holding that secret like a wartime lover, just as she holds her secret of me)
The cardboard apartment walls wet with expired milk
checkers on a dusty table facing the TV.
Threads of the lampshade discombobulate people's dreams
***** phase patterns
(BUH-DUH-DUH-DUH ! ! ! !)
one of those classics you'd of heard on the insect portable radio
tuned-in to the Tuesday
after this Tuesday
but too late to go back to last Tuesday
always ALWAYS too late to go back but that's okay
they didn't get to the moon only to find somebody else had already
planted their feet to the ground!
Kitchen cupboards loose with the mayhem of a forgotten fever
grabbing all the canned goods in the night
to leave the place feeling like a watered-down insomnia
the clock tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
quiet except for the tick
a nervous tick
a habitual motion of the arms
no medication can cease
as it's all made up
the imaginary friend called S E I Z U R E

2016 the Chinese new year
(year of the monkey)
hopefully we don't go all ape
and **** up what we hardly have going anyways,
between you and I
THE BEDLAM thrives in
community
as they are
one and
the same.