9/15/10

woke up
to a teacup
served by ma.
grabbed a ride to the place
to help out with some hunger.
a man there
had the habit of punching the thin air
his demons must've been less transparent
than others.
walked to a friends
but met halfway
to receive a gift i could light.
instead of a wipe-down
there was an egg&swiss sandwich
& one meow of relief
as the dentist called.
back to a playground
where lawnchairs
became bowling pins
and the woods hid us from
property damage.
at home
a wall
just for me
played smiles that
i need.
too much chicken/ice cream
sleeping on a nauseous couch
-
the leaves are starting
to catch my eye
more & more now
and i'm back home.

fallaugh

a jacket that's been lost

& had been had

since what seems like

infancy

is found in the back of a close friend's car

right as

the first bleak breezes of fall

give birth to blow

tobacco to burn faster &

my hair to mess easier,

-

the covering itself

is less of a reward

than the basis of :

common possessions

of your own worth

always make way

-

back to bethink

-

as the earth alters it's fancy

once again.

goodforeverything

when there was a chance
to look past the expanse
of what our eyes would usually see
only a heaven's blur developed
& a cloud with obvious personality
cycled through hue & shape -
quickly & oh-so-sharp
that ten digits of fog
animated their way upward
before
interlocking and becoming a knot
to mock the limits of flesh -
to give us a jealousy to smile at because
realization was overbearing
when this vision of our perceiving
holding hands meeting joyously with mystery
faded to reveal the sun.

morningplans

asafigureicouldbeclaydousedingasoline
nomatchestoharden
butliquidtokeepmecooland
smelly.

- - -

long stretches of cement smiles keep egging me along a rat race of cuetips
a track of mirrors
& porcelain laptops.
my teeth
may not be as white as they used to be
but the stains
are of neither
coffee/bile/nicotine
but rather
the holding back
of what only the world needs to see.

valuable

the (wo)man sticking out the corner of the corner of things said/says/& is saying :

do not worry about your life

but i need to furrow myself&brows just to get any reaction at all

what you will eat

i'll ingest whatever's half eaten/a day too stale/ touched the ground more than once

nor about the body

it's only appropriate to crouch anymore, standing tall is but a boast of height and itself

what you will put on

garments of gauze and scab-like tunics find themselves to my chest and legs before i awake

life is more than food

the body is more than clothing

of how much more value are you than the birds?

i wish i was a bird but i'd be timid to fly

and which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

forgive me for not acting as a crutch to hold up your massive weight
your bodily odor was once offensive but now i breathe in as if
i
can't and won't ever
get
enough.

mashedturnips&hector's

you know - - -
i could be completely wrong.
no one really knows what
l.-.o.-.v.-.e is .
it's hard to decipher from
so many other
positive things.
i love my life,
the earth,
my family,
my ideas &
feelings themselves.
love
to me
is all those prior
positive feelings
embodied into
one person
in the
present.

swim without arms

a carpet i'd like to lay down on
but manners seem more important than
pleasures
i'll lean my back on some leather
without this shirt i'd be
sticky
condensating among my sitting position
maybe even
becoming one with the humid air.