VII
The mind could be removed,
pop the skull-top, reach in
pickled-egg-brain on a bar.
When things get dirty,
stop rolling it on the ground!
it’ll collect dirt, pebbles, bits
of hair and grime! put it back!
But no, reach right in, take it
out and play with it, since it is
this removable, you can just
put the spin cycle to DELICATE
and use All-Puprose Cheer to
bring it back to it’s original luster.
8.29.2007
8.25.2007
IV, V & VI
IV
Had there been
more things that
I took to my grave
rather
than give them away
freely, the wind,
to anyone in a mask
who knocks and asks,
trick or treat?
V
Her name was Alice and
had I known more it would
have given me a connection,
you see, so much like her,
but finding this out far too
late in the game, but we both
enjoy the same foods, we both do.
VI
Music, more of it, everywhere,
if only more empty bottles,
stood in the breeze and whistled.
Had there been
more things that
I took to my grave
rather
than give them away
freely, the wind,
to anyone in a mask
who knocks and asks,
trick or treat?
V
Her name was Alice and
had I known more it would
have given me a connection,
you see, so much like her,
but finding this out far too
late in the game, but we both
enjoy the same foods, we both do.
VI
Music, more of it, everywhere,
if only more empty bottles,
stood in the breeze and whistled.
8.19.2007
I, II & III
100 Ways My Life Would Be Different
I
At a younger
age, days spent
laying on back
on the other
side of the train
rails burried
beneath the wild
flowers – listening to
the gossip of bees
and seeing a sky
dotted with
purple and yellow.
II
Trips to a pseudo-beach where sand
is nothing more than combed dirt
aside a lake. Canoes rented, or rather,
the sleekness of a kayak – no,
canoes are more romantic, a giant,
rigid condom enveloping the entire
act, not just a portion of it. Center
of the lake, existing between the land
and the trees with no where to walk,
only a large mirror waiting to engulf you.
III
Untold dream – before
I left you – waterfall
and bathing suits, some guys
across the gap of water
and one wants to rub your
shoulders, knowing full well
what I am/was/should be
to you, but you ask, can I?
as if you didn’t even think.
Do whatever you think
you should do.
And then you are gone,
as if a pipe swallowed
you from the spot
and popped you over
to where he was. As I look
your hand is wrapped around
his exposure and you are
stroking, smiling, looking
directly into my headwindow.
Waking up in moonlight
in the room I don’t expect,
but am surprised, to find you
still next to me, having not
left me at all, but after surprise
comes a severe feeling of red.
I
At a younger
age, days spent
laying on back
on the other
side of the train
rails burried
beneath the wild
flowers – listening to
the gossip of bees
and seeing a sky
dotted with
purple and yellow.
II
Trips to a pseudo-beach where sand
is nothing more than combed dirt
aside a lake. Canoes rented, or rather,
the sleekness of a kayak – no,
canoes are more romantic, a giant,
rigid condom enveloping the entire
act, not just a portion of it. Center
of the lake, existing between the land
and the trees with no where to walk,
only a large mirror waiting to engulf you.
III
Untold dream – before
I left you – waterfall
and bathing suits, some guys
across the gap of water
and one wants to rub your
shoulders, knowing full well
what I am/was/should be
to you, but you ask, can I?
as if you didn’t even think.
Do whatever you think
you should do.
And then you are gone,
as if a pipe swallowed
you from the spot
and popped you over
to where he was. As I look
your hand is wrapped around
his exposure and you are
stroking, smiling, looking
directly into my headwindow.
Waking up in moonlight
in the room I don’t expect,
but am surprised, to find you
still next to me, having not
left me at all, but after surprise
comes a severe feeling of red.
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