delicately slightly gently

it deserves undue attention.
i see the way it works.
i'll spend an hour tomorrow
just talk talk talking.
to an unending impossible wave.
let's all just hold it together.
please never ask me to close my fist.
i wish it could keep getting longer.
but it fails.
i failed gray.
i failed in, and by, my shoes.
i failed because i am morose.
i failed in a critically unlikely grandiosity.
in the garden i appreciate and circu-ambulate the leaves.
if i could touch you with silver.
if i could deliver the sliver of hands.
to me you will never be an it.
do you hear me?
fa, and fa alike.

klunk and headed / drudge

what cuts and cuts
you open.
i'd give it spaces
and you'd give it two.
i want another way.
i want to stop walking like
the world is self-tied
shoes.
in a not so distant future
my parents are dead and i am
the parent, next.
click
clack.
oh you stupid
fool. i know
this is how we talk. i know
this is the slick
grey guts.
how do you
do you
find me.

in a once long while

i am black eyed mis
forgiven ice
against glass oh
god. how far
and narrow
the spit. and what
you'd ask
of me. circular
virginal
period. break me and
hold me back.

TXT ISLAND

fly your butterfly

"A Monarch Butterfly which has died is trimmed for flight and flown as a walkalong glider. The butterfly was found with its wings in the folded position. The butterfly is put in a humid chamber to loosen up the muscles. Once unfolded, the butterfly wings are dried in a mold and fingernail polish is applied to the fuselage to add weight and strengthen the wings. The butterfly is then flown as a walkalong glider."



http://www.instructables.com/id/Monarch-Butterfly-Walkalong-Glider/

i am and i am

I am a cadillac and I am blind.

I am a dog and I am free.

I am an Arab and I am Lawrence.

I am a sock and I am thoughtful.

I am a bleach and I am forgiven.

I am a whale and I am sorrowful.

I am a claw-hammer and I am whole.

I am a bludgeon and I am directed.

I am a seed and I am growing.

I am a think-piece and I am grown.

I am a road-trip and I am my father.

I am an ascendant and I am flown.

[expanding]

drink it, goddammit

into the unknown

go blow

What caps the great well.
The hands are bound and
The little boy cannot hold it.
What does it mean?
The clouds bumble by
And the birds sing obliviousness.
The boy grows up into glass,
Joins his place in the case.
Shouldered beside the others.

admitted

one more before
the expiry there is
an uncountable
badness i jam my
hands into
pockets this world
is an ice cube beautiful
and cold no one
has ever told me
why perhaps only
because it doesn't i feel
affinity with sinking
lights a long time
ago i carried
knives i was sorry
for the both
of us the times i woke
up and couldn't
remember or the times
i did and it didn't
make sense to either
of us at
all.

upside down to clean it

i am trying to expire
desire a clean black
expanse confronts
me daily i
spilled orange
juice in it an honest
enough mistake
when you fist walked
home when you told her
nothing in fact was
wrong you are
the lights above the city you are
the left foot in front of
the next.

something off the brain

Somnolent wreck.
Flesh through the sweater.
The sexual complaints of abu anabi.
Could someone tell me why.
A truncated ring tone.
Who are you sleeping with now.
And then it all descends to ali.
A mix of brick and paint made to look as if brick.
Glottal. Glottal. Stop.

in the bag

kittens inspired by kittens

Forget the cities.
They never taught you
how to eat blueberries.
Walk over
the black hood face
down; instead kiss
the sidewalk a kiss
for your killer. I thank
you honestly,
truly,
from the still low empty,
mute gut emptied.
God that it would only be
what I squeezed into
my fist. My inky super
fist.

high praise

I am unmoved
unmanned
unhanded, hand
over hand to the top
of the ropes. From here
I can see almost
to the brink Four
counties Sissel
and the beanstalk
Hand over
hemoglobin Lovingly
scratched to the blank
bags of being Mother
embossment monogrammed
items unlikely to
be accepted upon intent
or acceptance
of return.

la la la la la la la la

You're up there
Took the stairs
To the stars all alone
You left all the lights burning
But nobody's home
I believe they deceived your tuneful heart too long
Now they sing along

--from Help Me by Alkaline Trio

small pome

blur and then blush and then
an ode to the cleaner, his long-handled
stick. stickiness. i stick to you
like glue. like the pungent wipe of disgrace
that would not leave my hand after eating. once
i took this same plane as the return
from adultery. i wondered what i would
tell you. that's not true. i knew
exactly the words i would employ, with what
hatchery and hatchetery i would bloodily
birth it, serve it
to you ugly and born
on a plate.
43 minutes.
we accelerate from space,
emptiness solid to something slightly
less so, a mist, half
tasted flavor, an old ring, or the cobble
crack cinder heel hair breast red
chest and tortured. ground.
i would like to call this love.
i would like it
very much.

White Mule

In a heat wave enter the rose gardens of Portland.
The victory of rose names over the heat, the victory of bees over all.
Sun, I do not speak your language
and yet you shout louder.

White mule climbs steps to a Greek villa
to be sent down again. Such is the heart.
The mule and the switch have their conversation.
It is okay to be a tourist in your life, but not an impostor.

Convoy of mule days, convoy of mule heart—
low card brings it in, high takes half the pot.

umbrella today

umbrella today says: bring your umbrella
umbrella today says: don't
umbrella today says: high chance of showers
umbrella today says: are you retarded? bring your umbrella
umbrella today wonders why we bother
umbrella today says: at least for the moment
umbrella today says: i'm listless
umbrella today says: obviously
umbrella today thinks the hard thoughts
umbrella today says: why do we always have to have this conversation
umbrella today: the life you save may be your own
umbrella today says: it's raining. still.
umbrella today prepares for the flood
umbrella today: a new wet you
umbrella today says: yes, still raining
umbrella today wonders when next we'll see the sun
umbrella today is ambivalent
umbrella today is already inside, so by all means, go fuck yourself
umbrella today recommends galoshes
umbrella today says: learn to swim
umbrella today says: well duh
umbrella today: yes