Sitting on the stairs,
spray can in hand,
watching the sun fall over Mt. Washington's back
and the flats,
listening to the clock tick off and tick down,
refuse to be deported.
original works of parts
Star Map
There's no one I can't reach.
Too many to notice.
I always cum in bloom.
Cuffed turned into you.
Beneath waves by evening.
Gills worked hard.
Blown across the sky.
Maps 'neath my wing.
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish.
Fresh water the keep safe.
The dust between the stars.
Charting paths home.
Too many to notice.
I always cum in bloom.
Cuffed turned into you.
Beneath waves by evening.
Gills worked hard.
Blown across the sky.
Maps 'neath my wing.
Jellyfish, jellyfish, jellyfish.
Fresh water the keep safe.
The dust between the stars.
Charting paths home.
Boundary Theory 4
If I sew you back together
we will still be
difficult.
Fit inside a shoe box. A collection of shoe boxes.
I will have a house soon. A place to put them.
I am looking forward to
keepsakes.
we will still be
difficult.
Fit inside a shoe box. A collection of shoe boxes.
I will have a house soon. A place to put them.
I am looking forward to
keepsakes.
Trapper Keeper
You remember that last time we talked,
stalking tall, can lacking, screaming cross street
and balking at the kids jay walking
like they had license for knocking on doors
they had no business strolling toward?
That shit was crazy, wanting to make them
babies given they don't know up from
being lazy when the streets get wavy and
the only thing you know is no one knows
who someone knows in the pack. Knives out
when we attack and if it's not tonight
it's going to be out back where you work and
clap clap clap.
Reload inside the middle of the road the pack
is one and many against just is not fun,
howl the same, play the game, take on one
then run away. This time, just this, take a name,
do some search, do some work, the only limit
is the face of the Earth. I'll find you out and
shout your name, you may not know, but the game
doesn't end when I give up to numbers.
Skirting the field, polishing the shield,
you've got range, but I've got wield.
And the day will come when I'm done with business,
and I'll tap your shoulder and "Da fuck is this"
will come out your mouth and I'll be out
from the side of your stomach to the top of your teeth,
on the ground, lay sound, I'll leave
the door closed and the handle locked,
neat and tidy like some kind of oscar heeled thief.
stalking tall, can lacking, screaming cross street
and balking at the kids jay walking
like they had license for knocking on doors
they had no business strolling toward?
That shit was crazy, wanting to make them
babies given they don't know up from
being lazy when the streets get wavy and
the only thing you know is no one knows
who someone knows in the pack. Knives out
when we attack and if it's not tonight
it's going to be out back where you work and
clap clap clap.
Reload inside the middle of the road the pack
is one and many against just is not fun,
howl the same, play the game, take on one
then run away. This time, just this, take a name,
do some search, do some work, the only limit
is the face of the Earth. I'll find you out and
shout your name, you may not know, but the game
doesn't end when I give up to numbers.
Skirting the field, polishing the shield,
you've got range, but I've got wield.
And the day will come when I'm done with business,
and I'll tap your shoulder and "Da fuck is this"
will come out your mouth and I'll be out
from the side of your stomach to the top of your teeth,
on the ground, lay sound, I'll leave
the door closed and the handle locked,
neat and tidy like some kind of oscar heeled thief.
Night Time Song for Day
The difficulty with
flight is
a man screaming at a driver
outside a window and remember
why you laughed and rolled out of bed
onto the floor to see if he was still there,
that you might shout something back.
along the lines of
"some of us are trying to enjoy movies,"
instead clutching your crotch and pulling
blankets tighter.
Half of Winter's beauty being
empty streets. All ways
the same.
More fires, more camps,
Thoroughly aware,
present in,
the driver, the screamer, and
between us, familiar and
thoroughly brined skin.
flight is
a man screaming at a driver
outside a window and remember
why you laughed and rolled out of bed
onto the floor to see if he was still there,
that you might shout something back.
along the lines of
"some of us are trying to enjoy movies,"
instead clutching your crotch and pulling
blankets tighter.
Half of Winter's beauty being
empty streets. All ways
the same.
More fires, more camps,
Thoroughly aware,
present in,
the driver, the screamer, and
between us, familiar and
thoroughly brined skin.
Pittsburgh Black and Whites 13
The man leaning against the bed
near the dual exhaust pipes,
"AYE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK."
What are you doing?
Coming out of the convenience store
can I get rides. No. Fuck no. Walk like
everyone else does. If you really want to get there
the night is young still. Your legs work, no?
If they don't, I know a place
beside the river
where no one will bother you and you will
bother no one. You smell terrible. Do you have
a gun? Do you have cash? I can help you,
but you cannot help me.
Jump in the back.
Bang on the side
when you're ready to get off. I will not stop.
Halfway there is still halfway there.
Tuck well and fuck like a king
when you get where...
...GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK.
The river clan is gypsy. Not to be confuzzled
for jitney. Sweet hearts and sharp minds,
I'm sorry you visited from Cali.
Do you have any cash on you?
near the dual exhaust pipes,
"AYE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK."
What are you doing?
Coming out of the convenience store
can I get rides. No. Fuck no. Walk like
everyone else does. If you really want to get there
the night is young still. Your legs work, no?
If they don't, I know a place
beside the river
where no one will bother you and you will
bother no one. You smell terrible. Do you have
a gun? Do you have cash? I can help you,
but you cannot help me.
Jump in the back.
Bang on the side
when you're ready to get off. I will not stop.
Halfway there is still halfway there.
Tuck well and fuck like a king
when you get where...
...GET THE FUCK OFF MY TRUCK.
The river clan is gypsy. Not to be confuzzled
for jitney. Sweet hearts and sharp minds,
I'm sorry you visited from Cali.
Do you have any cash on you?
Honeysuckle
Snowmelt glows in creeks.
Drained, they will be beds
for flowers and thickets august.
A taste for grass.
A taste for wind.
A taste for "never known"s;
one breath of air North chilled
and given in
weeks too soon
to the lick on ear,
night 'neath cloud. Wander Spring's first moon.
Drained, they will be beds
for flowers and thickets august.
A taste for grass.
A taste for wind.
A taste for "never known"s;
one breath of air North chilled
and given in
weeks too soon
to the lick on ear,
night 'neath cloud. Wander Spring's first moon.
In The Movies
Tears wipe clean
on thumbs and we spit hard
to concrete and wink
stupendous.
Heaven and hell are
concepts just and
lights downtown stack high
gorgeous.
Without a thing sullied
we crisp to the end titles and the
"who made what"s
icky.
In the movies
we leave everything behind
the quick and the cut
scenes stay cut.
Every cigarette fall
is put to heel and every hand behind a head
ends with a kiss
courageous.
Rain falls
upon request,
food stays uneaten
shiny.
Every dance is timed
to meet each footfall, music right,
every voice has a mic nearby,
alternate endings standing ready for production,
everything aligned for record.
Nothing ready for polish unnecessary. All saved,
taped round reels, fifty two takes for one
adjustment contained in a reboot.
on thumbs and we spit hard
to concrete and wink
stupendous.
Heaven and hell are
concepts just and
lights downtown stack high
gorgeous.
Without a thing sullied
we crisp to the end titles and the
"who made what"s
icky.
In the movies
we leave everything behind
the quick and the cut
scenes stay cut.
Every cigarette fall
is put to heel and every hand behind a head
ends with a kiss
courageous.
Rain falls
upon request,
food stays uneaten
shiny.
Every dance is timed
to meet each footfall, music right,
every voice has a mic nearby,
alternate endings standing ready for production,
everything aligned for record.
Nothing ready for polish unnecessary. All saved,
taped round reels, fifty two takes for one
adjustment contained in a reboot.
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