The Sandman's Purse

Gummy bear
flavored eye liner
so that when you cry
you will blow your nose
into your bottom sheet,
waking, to find your tongue
in a tropical wonderland.

Two Transportation Authority passes
from 2009.  I am pretty sure
they are no good now,
you never know.

One broken cigarette.  Is that the pebble
beach all along the lining?
Well I am pretty sure
it is no good now.
A letter opener.

That one is not supposed to be in there.
Key ring with keys.  A straw
with no sleeve.  A notepad.
A pumice stone that looks like lipstick.

And a bedpan.  There is some
pelletized glass and an
uncapped sharpie next to
a fourthed piece of brick
with a dime sized sticker on it too.
That's about it, though.
And a receipt.

And a nickel.

That's about it.

Smoker 52

I killed a plant today.
I taped it back together.
As long as fluids can pass
along the cellulose tubes
with sun for days
it will be fine.  It is not
dead if I do not see it.
Right?  Remember
not closing Torus's eyes
before sliding his body
into the garbage bag.  Before
cutting off all of his whiskers.
You have to see
in the next one and
whiskers are only useful when
three dimensions are-
-together again,
the process was all wrong.
Overcome
with grief
linear paths
are wrapping
rose bush branches
in packing tape
to hear the snap of resistance on thorn

and start over

to do something

anything to agent.

the plant is dead.  Is dead days through.

You are not allowed to leave
until I say so.

The Sandman's Phonebook

Come to rake books,
if you do get two nights
or two days worth of sleep
each week
you are
golden.

However the statistics are compiled.

Fear not.  Fatigue is a
t-shirt and a slogan.
A lost chorus line of teeth
is progress.

Could be a t-shirt too.

No matter how the hours
are stolen away from the ember licked door,
they are currency and with them
on our eyelids
walk & growl,
motor shakes
to keep time.