Wake from the dream
where I lick your toes
each until your alarm
goes off to go to work.
I can have not forgotten.
Dry mouth awake anew.
Something on fire.
The kitchen. The kitchen!
Not Tuesday.
Saturday evening
familiar
song of the fire alarm.
Rice burns and quench
in the sink.
Metal split and screech bubble
boil bang and bssshhhhhh.
Sweat drip from eyelash,
from brow and scalp tight.
Breathe heavy, fingertip tremor,
eye's wide.
We are going to be rich.
All of this money.
Boil. Handsome, darling, golden, purr.
Purr and hum. The track's
song. Fault lines.
original works of parts
Orphan
Glasses clink
Lights go down
Conversation dims
Numbers on receipts
Phones rattle
Chairs scuff
Shoes shuffle
Jackets zip
Scarves wind
Hands pocket
Another evening ends
with an invitation to fuck a woman and a man in love.
Come home with me.
Paint a mug and a plate with their names on it.
No closer to finding
new parents.
Lights go down
Conversation dims
Numbers on receipts
Phones rattle
Chairs scuff
Shoes shuffle
Jackets zip
Scarves wind
Hands pocket
Another evening ends
with an invitation to fuck a woman and a man in love.
Come home with me.
Paint a mug and a plate with their names on it.
No closer to finding
new parents.
Gate
The rage that burns is without description for its prison sentence.
One of us must die. Neither can. So we live. In sentence.
Solitary confinement. The letter comes with meals. With meals
and clocks and little lower case letters. Oh fury
Oh fury
oh fury
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh tears
oh convulse
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh why can I knot.
With meals and bars and terrible lyrics and candy corn smiles.
Oh fury, where art thou? Without description, shoulder to shudder
work happens and nails go. Screws turn and hammers blow
little itty bitty bits of brains through honey afternoon tint light.
That slow
until it speeds to warp cuts when other people talk. Remember
that time we kissed and you thought we might have something
bowie blade tip deep to the chest beard lock. How fun, bunny.
Why can't you go out of doors and blend.
Do you think I am? No, do you?
Oh fury,
oh hysterics
oh tears
oh, my darling.
I harbor
all.
I help
few.
I care for some.
You turn me around,
I know.
"Take care of yourself!" "Be well!" "Later on!" "Ciao!"
"I'll talk to you!" "Catch up later!" "Be good!" "B'bye!"
When you've caught up with me do you wink and sigh
to yourself, an aside, have a: "oh he's screwed up again."
Do you suspect, on the sly, to not upset me while I ride?
While I try to be close to you and
your fury
your hysterics
your tears
oh, my darling!
Do you harbor?
Do you help?
Or do you tease?
See
what will
can make?
Honey from a hive divided mind you choose to nurture.
Cute.
I care for some.
Hysterics, fury, tears, cock, harbor and all.
Home, locked doors, windows, grimace and all.
Oh fury. Oh rage. Oh, my darling. Harbor me
and I will save you
outright.
One of us must die. Neither can. So we live. In sentence.
Solitary confinement. The letter comes with meals. With meals
and clocks and little lower case letters. Oh fury
Oh fury
oh fury
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh tears
oh convulse
oh fury
oh hysterics
oh fury
oh why can I knot.
With meals and bars and terrible lyrics and candy corn smiles.
Oh fury, where art thou? Without description, shoulder to shudder
work happens and nails go. Screws turn and hammers blow
little itty bitty bits of brains through honey afternoon tint light.
That slow
until it speeds to warp cuts when other people talk. Remember
that time we kissed and you thought we might have something
bowie blade tip deep to the chest beard lock. How fun, bunny.
Why can't you go out of doors and blend.
Do you think I am? No, do you?
Oh fury,
oh hysterics
oh tears
oh, my darling.
I harbor
all.
I help
few.
I care for some.
You turn me around,
I know.
"Take care of yourself!" "Be well!" "Later on!" "Ciao!"
"I'll talk to you!" "Catch up later!" "Be good!" "B'bye!"
When you've caught up with me do you wink and sigh
to yourself, an aside, have a: "oh he's screwed up again."
Do you suspect, on the sly, to not upset me while I ride?
While I try to be close to you and
your fury
your hysterics
your tears
oh, my darling!
Do you harbor?
Do you help?
Or do you tease?
See
what will
can make?
Honey from a hive divided mind you choose to nurture.
Cute.
I care for some.
Hysterics, fury, tears, cock, harbor and all.
Home, locked doors, windows, grimace and all.
Oh fury. Oh rage. Oh, my darling. Harbor me
and I will save you
outright.
Jawbone Lisp 2
Each morning wake
to find the teeth maligned. The wisdom
teeth stopped growing at age twenty nine.
The pain subsided and a new road was in
with leather jacket, collar up, muscle car with fins.
Numbed out for weeks and a bandage round my 'ead.
"No, I have not yet got out of the damn bed!"
Reminded, should I have been paid for the
tracks that were road to side walk laid
I might be a rich fuck instead of slayed;
instead I mouthed off and gave up the tic tacs;
dentist paid. Not that squirrely. Not that hurly.
Blind shot and my evening ended early.
Each morning wake,
at least the pain is gone.
Reminded, eating cereal
of what went on.
The jawbone healed up okay. The pain I went through
resetting it with my own hands was worth it. I don't owe
hospitals anything. Every spat and pat of butter blood
into the toilet flushed and back to bed, bandage back
in place was worth it. Every sneeze and cough that
was brushed off instead of telling friends how much it
fucking hurt to open my eyes absolutely worth it. I
re set my own damn jaw. Re lived the night and the gnaw.
The hours, days, weeks, months, and finally got back to
a place where I could yawn without bursting to tears
immediately.
A pain I never saw
coming. A pain that was months long
humming.
Aye
aye
aye
aye
aye, dog.
Can we split that sandwich?
to find the teeth maligned. The wisdom
teeth stopped growing at age twenty nine.
The pain subsided and a new road was in
with leather jacket, collar up, muscle car with fins.
Numbed out for weeks and a bandage round my 'ead.
"No, I have not yet got out of the damn bed!"
Reminded, should I have been paid for the
tracks that were road to side walk laid
I might be a rich fuck instead of slayed;
instead I mouthed off and gave up the tic tacs;
dentist paid. Not that squirrely. Not that hurly.
Blind shot and my evening ended early.
Each morning wake,
at least the pain is gone.
Reminded, eating cereal
of what went on.
The jawbone healed up okay. The pain I went through
resetting it with my own hands was worth it. I don't owe
hospitals anything. Every spat and pat of butter blood
into the toilet flushed and back to bed, bandage back
in place was worth it. Every sneeze and cough that
was brushed off instead of telling friends how much it
fucking hurt to open my eyes absolutely worth it. I
re set my own damn jaw. Re lived the night and the gnaw.
The hours, days, weeks, months, and finally got back to
a place where I could yawn without bursting to tears
immediately.
A pain I never saw
coming. A pain that was months long
humming.
Aye
aye
aye
aye
aye, dog.
Can we split that sandwich?
Jawbone Lisp
My mouth-guard used to fit before my jaw fractured.
I remind myself of poor decisions and great decisions
without it. My memory begins with a seventh time
brushing on the day. My old strokes make no sense,
my toothbrush crossing from upper to lower instead
of crossing the tops and bottoms the way they should.
I am okay with that. I am okay with this. The new
world to live in. Leave it all behind to spite
the new way biting into anything brand new to me.
Three millimeters off. Impossible to correct. Years
ahead before they wear down to an even set. Okay
is the best that will be done. The best that can be
until we can forget. The new new. The new you.
I remind myself of poor decisions and great decisions
without it. My memory begins with a seventh time
brushing on the day. My old strokes make no sense,
my toothbrush crossing from upper to lower instead
of crossing the tops and bottoms the way they should.
I am okay with that. I am okay with this. The new
world to live in. Leave it all behind to spite
the new way biting into anything brand new to me.
Three millimeters off. Impossible to correct. Years
ahead before they wear down to an even set. Okay
is the best that will be done. The best that can be
until we can forget. The new new. The new you.
Ode To Friendship
My teeth do not align
the way they were born to be.
My jaw is made of glass
wrapped in gauze with
rivets through and through.
My knuckles are knit
tightly, cotton and tape and rice glue
stuck between fingers.
A few gaps are filled with gravel,
a few filled with spit and snot.
Tape wraps around my wrists.
Rope wraps around my ankles.
Lead hangs about my shoulders
to slow me down to your speed.
Fire comes from my ears.
Steam comes my mouth.
Teeth blare loud enough
to give the blind sight,
to make the deaf cry.
We exchange footprints along the
guides. Scent and sent and scent again.
Best of five. Best of ten. Best of sixty one.
Wiped sweat from above,
touch gloves,
you will die.
the way they were born to be.
My jaw is made of glass
wrapped in gauze with
rivets through and through.
My knuckles are knit
tightly, cotton and tape and rice glue
stuck between fingers.
A few gaps are filled with gravel,
a few filled with spit and snot.
Tape wraps around my wrists.
Rope wraps around my ankles.
Lead hangs about my shoulders
to slow me down to your speed.
Fire comes from my ears.
Steam comes my mouth.
Teeth blare loud enough
to give the blind sight,
to make the deaf cry.
We exchange footprints along the
guides. Scent and sent and scent again.
Best of five. Best of ten. Best of sixty one.
Wiped sweat from above,
touch gloves,
you will die.
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