Are you smelling my laundry?
No. Maybe.
I wanted to see if it was ready to fold
or ready for washing. Na'mean?
You can skip me. That's fine.
I wanted to make you happy.
You can skip me. It's fine.
I didn't want you to be upset.
You can skip me. I don't care.
I'll be back later when you're done
with your clothes.
Okay.
Don't steal my underwear.
I won't.
Promise.
I promise.
That you?
I promise I will not steal your underwear.
Okay. Good. And thanks,
You've a good heart. Just try
to be a little less thorough
it gets creepy as hell sometimes
when you pay attention to...
(I have to)
original works of parts
Grind House
You put it well when you agreed
Cindy Crawford would look better
with a dislocated
face obsession.
Hardware is not easy to come by.
Hardware does not surface typically
for grabs.
Scavenger, I!
Eater, I!
Builder, I do not know where
I found you or where I can continue to go
when the fix is in and I am backed into
Can we go down to the river tomorrow?
I want to look at the stars
and burn some things
and enjoy company
beyond the ghosts behind eyelids.
Cindy Crawford would look better
with a dislocated
face obsession.
Hardware is not easy to come by.
Hardware does not surface typically
for grabs.
Scavenger, I!
Eater, I!
Builder, I do not know where
I found you or where I can continue to go
when the fix is in and I am backed into
Can we go down to the river tomorrow?
I want to look at the stars
and burn some things
and enjoy company
beyond the ghosts behind eyelids.
One Finger
Driving home, headlights spring new from the snow
compacted against the sides of homes.
Bright windows made brighter.
Hang your head
out of the driver side and scream
something unintelligible.
Dock. And think about the several dozen times
could have's turned into did nots across the double yellow.
How fun would it be
to somersault and stick the landing.
How fun would it be
to make the outsides match the insides.
How hilarious would it be
to have spilled everything after keeping too much in hand.
Kick the emergency brake and shut off the headlights.
Over the river and through the woods,
touching fingertips to a stray checking the mailbox at stoop
in the dead heat of versus winter,
remember the feel of knuckles on brick
and cat nose on knuckles opposite hand
and it's cool snot.
Remember you are as snotty
as any silver spooned piece of garbage
and remember
there is a dimension you will never see
where you take care of them
too.
compacted against the sides of homes.
Bright windows made brighter.
Hang your head
out of the driver side and scream
something unintelligible.
Dock. And think about the several dozen times
could have's turned into did nots across the double yellow.
How fun would it be
to somersault and stick the landing.
How fun would it be
to make the outsides match the insides.
How hilarious would it be
to have spilled everything after keeping too much in hand.
Kick the emergency brake and shut off the headlights.
Over the river and through the woods,
touching fingertips to a stray checking the mailbox at stoop
in the dead heat of versus winter,
remember the feel of knuckles on brick
and cat nose on knuckles opposite hand
and it's cool snot.
Remember you are as snotty
as any silver spooned piece of garbage
and remember
there is a dimension you will never see
where you take care of them
too.
What Would You Say to Deceive Me
After School of Seven Bells
The longer I stay
the more our lawn feels like
tiny hands surfing us through a concert,
tree limbs booming bass through our bones
and clouds coming inside of us
cymbal crash kick drummy good.
One cigarette split index thumb like
shouting names across peaks over a mile wide valley.
None of them our own
and answering the same
with a new one until the sun goes down
and life really begins.
Sitting rubbing palms close to fire and
wondering if you do the same
on the slope of your mountain,
your dinosaur near, curled, scales to skin,
trapping heat so your head laid down rests easy too.
The longer I stay
the more our lawn feels like
tiny hands surfing us through a concert,
tree limbs booming bass through our bones
and clouds coming inside of us
cymbal crash kick drummy good.
One cigarette split index thumb like
shouting names across peaks over a mile wide valley.
None of them our own
and answering the same
with a new one until the sun goes down
and life really begins.
Sitting rubbing palms close to fire and
wondering if you do the same
on the slope of your mountain,
your dinosaur near, curled, scales to skin,
trapping heat so your head laid down rests easy too.
At the Barge
Momma always asked me "did you tie your shoes"
when I was too young to remember
what I did ten minutes ago. Stilled there.
At the barge beached on the shores of the Allegheny,
toeing the hatch where rain had something to say to
iron, melted away to mathematical functions and
infinite patterns that make for great calendars
and computer simulations,
my shoes falls
into the water
and I dove for it
and banged my teeth and chipped
another piece off with my arm down to where
fingertips touched lapping water.
Mouth closed, I sucked
on bits of rust like potato chips.
Rubbed my jaw
with a thought and a half about you.
Clicked on my light to find
the piece of tooth lost and wondered
at the chance that an open mouth
would catch the edge of the hatch
instead of shredding the skin
of my chin.
My shoe bobbing beneath me.
My rod still fast against the piece of bulk head
and barge lip where I left it.
Embarrassed while my mates
enjoy a chuckle and the fire we started
where sand has reclaimed the ship.
Embarrassed knowing you would have
held me back by the shoulder with your little left hand.
Embarrassed while I go shoulder deep into the hatch, careful
for yellow laces and wishing
today was not the day I chose to
leave socks at home in 40 degree weather.
when I was too young to remember
what I did ten minutes ago. Stilled there.
At the barge beached on the shores of the Allegheny,
toeing the hatch where rain had something to say to
iron, melted away to mathematical functions and
infinite patterns that make for great calendars
and computer simulations,
my shoes falls
into the water
and I dove for it
and banged my teeth and chipped
another piece off with my arm down to where
fingertips touched lapping water.
Mouth closed, I sucked
on bits of rust like potato chips.
Rubbed my jaw
with a thought and a half about you.
Clicked on my light to find
the piece of tooth lost and wondered
at the chance that an open mouth
would catch the edge of the hatch
instead of shredding the skin
of my chin.
My shoe bobbing beneath me.
My rod still fast against the piece of bulk head
and barge lip where I left it.
Embarrassed while my mates
enjoy a chuckle and the fire we started
where sand has reclaimed the ship.
Embarrassed knowing you would have
held me back by the shoulder with your little left hand.
Embarrassed while I go shoulder deep into the hatch, careful
for yellow laces and wishing
today was not the day I chose to
leave socks at home in 40 degree weather.
Destructolux 2
Piecemeal. What tears us apart.
Waking up the engines that shake tree limbs miles away.
The red hot exhaust that leaves hundred yard scorches
in the fields of grass.
Turning the key that shuts the machine down
so the minnows whipping through the river shallows
can be heard from the cockpit
and the cloud's sighs
can kiss an ear. Fire her up! Head straight
for the exosphere.
Waking up the engines that shake tree limbs miles away.
The red hot exhaust that leaves hundred yard scorches
in the fields of grass.
Turning the key that shuts the machine down
so the minnows whipping through the river shallows
can be heard from the cockpit
and the cloud's sighs
can kiss an ear. Fire her up! Head straight
for the exosphere.
Life Begins at Conception
When you were conceived
your parents probably had designs on you.
Some to completion. Is it terrible
to know
that you will never be their greatest enemy?
A little.
your parents probably had designs on you.
Some to completion. Is it terrible
to know
that you will never be their greatest enemy?
A little.
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