Sunday, August 30, 2015

can take age

lots of us are simply bit players in the war on humility
does that insult you?
a de medici wouldn't sweat it
our de medici's are the koch brothers? accept
that we don't have enough intel to be les gens "x"
tie up your loose ends and be on time
time is forever? except when you're feeding a family - or
maybe especially then; i am ready to be told
read a book - implied: that you should read many
bill waterson is just your twitter header

Saturday, August 29, 2015

i gave myself license when i needed vouchers
i'd like to give everyone a voucher for this solitude i've discovered
i suppose this is me, offering it to you
there are only the hand-me-downs, from Tomaz
and I don't wear him nearly as well as he did
it's no matter
i'll persevere and change again
into a different earnest white male
i guess

fuck this shitty ass pen

too much like woody allen in an elephant's diner
should i say something?
my hemming is weakness
my weakness is a shot of testosterone, gross
i aspire to Larry David's perch now
not that it was Mansa Musa's before
tempest of self-pity, that's my squad

Monday, August 17, 2015

you, earthmother, stranger's son

no problem here.
everyone is a person, damn
that trail is only there in the right light
everyone that you don't meet is constantly walking away from you
i'd never
he'll show up when he does and i
just want you to consider the voyeur satisfaction in thinking about it now
i just want you to hate me before you meet me
their paint is in our veins, don't you understand?
look at these circles under my eyes
i didn't put the lines above my drawers there, did I?
that's high grade stuff, opium
you know it's good because, err
your dad never would, would never, wouldn't
touch those words with his tongue?
my questions are like bubbles and burps now, giggles of humility
they used to be hiccups and hammers
but you dance more when you aren't watching

Friday, August 14, 2015

before work

someone spiked my coffee with joie de vivre
someone spiked my food with joie de vivre
i am a puppet of the immortal
their hands smell like feet and tickle my nostrils
and i am tickled, tickled
tan. malta resembles malta, in a funny way
it is 1950 and dusty and apologist guidos
vape - at 9:10 in the morning!
marilyn only uses the elliptical, so she doesn't
know about the missing declined bench
i am in the original "find the 7 differences" and in
the other picture i am a bigger man
i fit right or wrong, i am a aware of my spatial awareness and how
damn good it feels
to have this dimension like i have a coat in winter
if my dollar is in a landfill so be it