i linger too much on the exhale
my eyes get lost in space
table and the desk are unfocused
and i choke and i squint.

i wake up with ancient stomach aches
slow and deliberate and warm
and subtle i might say
not like someone's poking me.

there's death in my mouth
dozed off again without
following proper hygiene
i watch old dreams drift off.

air pushes down on me
i'm not who i want to be
a war against gravity
is to breathe in.

let me fill in the boxes for you
get me my crayons, get the blue
get the red and yellow
and i will mix in some pretty lie.

get me the critics
i want a deeper look into my heart
i want cyber conversations
with the soon to be dead.

find me crossfires of too old
to be this way parents
and crossed eyes of unintentional
interruptions of voice.

and how could some vibration
not faster than a color
become a rusty old wrench
and break me in half?

but a dog barks outside
cars whizz on by, honking sometimes
breakfasts still make metal noises --
you'll brush your teeth later.

my face like the moon
her meteorite words

i'm a *****.
look, the sky is blue,
the water is blue,
her eyes are blue
and i am blue.

my head is flat.
curls of my hair
are ironed out
through week long pillows.

fascinating,
it hasn't even been a day.

Yes, said Rabelais,
and went on wiping his ***.

let them mis-
understand,
never try
to explain,
if one looks
for problems,
they'll find it
everywhere.

2014

right now.
to bath or not to bath.
it's saturday anyway
and life is an empty chocolate box.
what time is it now
that this rude sun still gets
in my pores?
just when did i pay for this
macabre cabaret at the mirror?
i don't remember.
let's go tibet.

they have made fools out of themselves
to take the given inside burning mess
and digging gold from it from the loving work
and put into order the mess of the second
and still they would turn their heads into stones
and know ***** little secrets with their eyes.
secrets that have never been born.
they would just stand there and acquire the gold
silver and bronze of the air
and become the pillar of some badly lighted room.