Game of Inches

You realize the only thing keeping us apart
is two inches of steel
miles of paperwork
an alibi
a character witness
a jury of people not my peers
the depth, to wit, I fucking love you
and your breath on my nose like wind's afterthought
that reminds me we are not alone today.
Reminds me I do not know
what I would be
without the shoes you helped me buy
instead of another murder suicide.

Video Tape

Play stop rewind fast forward human beings
without the obstacle of reading. I laugh.
Everything is reading.  I stop, remembering
the interpretation class and the linguistics class
I shat my way through and still
picked up so much
despite myself.

Wasted a few credits and a few thousand dollars
on a Holocaust class I had to literally piss my pants
to get out of taking the final exam at my desk.  It was
not at all what I expected.  The ol' bait and switch
far and a ways beyond the class dropping date.
Good move.  Too shay.

Asynchronous are.  Strange to be.  Always in.
Fragments collect if you want to put your palms together
and collect the bits of reign.  Settled and ripples coursed
against each other.  The way it... has... to...
Stop rewind fast forward play delete pause.  Feminists.  Fuck.
I would like to see her
now
to compare wall paper and all.

Hot Ears 2

The furnace in the space between is something like a
familiar machine that's based floors underneath the ground
and churns and churns and churns.

See the glow from way up here and it burns and tells
me why everything has to stay so fuzz edged oil paint.
Cutting up live objects.

Express trains go.  Slipping through the dreaming door
and listening to my heart beat through the mattress
through pillow, through the pillowcase and

it goes without me wanting it to.  Throbbing like the leaves
on the orange skin trees in ugly sunlight.  If there were
sunglasses for a heart, hearts would wear them.

Overcome with
mute.
Came across the seas to... mute.

Go down and come home
to the place where no thing and no one is learned.
Everything is known and still new in dreamland.

Ears are burning.  Ears are burning!  Sex parts. Make up.
Constitutions and make up.  Break a heart once, shame.
Break a heart twice, shame.  Don't be silly.

Ice packs and jet assisted take off.  Ears are burning
and if it's okay or not
is up in the air.

Smoker 37

Cold hands. More specifically
cold fingertips.  Cut out to California.
Low sunsets and vino and long drives.
Cut out to Great Lakes and oh Canada.
Cut out to Florida and swamp and fauna.

Territory.  Cold hands and cold fingertips.
Armor up.  Cans and fire and goodies.

Chiefing.  Cause for concern. Cloud
voice.  All in a handshake.  No kings, no queens,
just seams.

Dear God, Walk With Me For a Minute

Hold my hand, baby please.
Your skin
against.

Battle with me.  Course the skys and
maybe we can cheers on the weekends.

Bumpers and junk.  I'm okay with that.
Trying to get back where, you know.  Ya kno?

Different ways.  I know I'm not a kid or a kid at heart,
but could you hold my hand?

I don't want it, I need it.  It's been hard.  Difficulty comes
when I expect least

and the seasons are changing and I looked both ways
so please, hold my goddamn hand

while my other peels and eats an orange
and it goes down my shirt.

Gun Metal

Shooting yourself in the face is a lie
told several times over, I know I'm shy, but

everything comes to a head some days
and everyone has to find their own ways and

painting pictures with the side of your brain
no way to begin to explain that

sometimes you need it on the wall
twelve gauge telling you, that you can stop it all

you can stop the voices and make you moose,
you can horn it up and take that choose

the out is there, sitting behind your head
close the books and let her fly

close conversations and take a skip.
To have it and taste and play.  That's all.

Feel the deck beneath the liner,
the Great Lakes and be the ship.

Some people need body pillows.
Some people need focus.

Some people need a magic word
or machine and metal and a little hocus.

Horse Blinders

Chomping at the bit.  Chomping at the bit.  Chomping at the bit.

I howl.  I can't fix it.  But I can change.  No, seriously.

I howl.  I want something else to it.  There isn't.

Stay alert.