Couch surfer

They idolize my independence by
sending me on along my way
I feel the rush of being as soon as
the reasoning's explained as to why

I feel the rush of blending into the
blur of comings and going through
peoples places, poems that are just
daily household waste instead of

Running, I lay, exist in a kitchen
already evacuated by officials,
nobody special, only the keeper
of a world no one else is living in


Hoolie
"This is the future I've life-scripted." 

phone water

She wrote some lines entitled phone water
about her last thoughts before going to bed

But it occurred to her as well that in the
scheme overall some consciences should

be shot, these angels who are devils on
shoulders, some little voices who are not

psychotic, maybe even well-intentioned.
Labeling and dismissing raw stupefaction,

morbid ideation and petty recontainments
help a girl more than an old god's whisper.


Phyllis (embedded)
Early notes on Missy, Daughter of Peg
For: Sports N' Sex Crimes Bugle

Like ISIL or the Taliban

Like ISIL or the Taliban I
seek to destroy monuments
to your past so that I may
fill sorrow with regulation.

Retardo

I'm a successful file transaction completer.
I'm a successful deleter.
I'm a successful payment maker.
I'm a successful pee and shit producer.
I'm a successful consumater.
I'm a successful creator.
I'm a successful waiter.
I'm a successful receiver.


Ritardo Cretin

AND gate

When you were explaining to me what AND gates did
I thought about what it would be like to find one's self
In the lowest rung of the production line and personally
Make the simple and fewest everyday true/false choices

Like those gates about whom no one any longer has to
worry, which are programmed automatically by other
programs without the need for manual behavior coding
there are now, too, fewer issues with firing and timing


Jan Jansdaad
"This is about software coding, dad. Love, Jan, Jan, 1992"

Reverse menorah

Is when each day a light is doused.

Go down bounce back

whom among the dead would
have him just as dead or dying
? as in a flailing verse, every
line rescues the last by not sur
-rendering. still, he keeps in re
-serve the rain of hailing bullets
such as getting a bunch of cre
-dit cards and using them to pay
for a bankruptcy attorney. bad
boys go down bounce back, bad
boys go down, go down, back.


Mike
"Finally had the pool resurfaced."

Light path

You are the master of the day I am the master of the night
Together we master night and day and rule the entire worl

But in the play between the bad, good, wrong, right ways
We engage in life magnet opposites perpetuating the fight

Tumble, vajra, down the cliff of world's history, bouncing
In your gut a prayer that spins a light path from every hole.


Mkidza Mlaf
"I'm the mom of the Chama." 

I recognize my feelings on your face

you must drink
going through a divorce
or everything's great
except that you hate

i recognize these
broke-ass feelings
from hard times
my pain in your face


Reptily

Fried chicken and sprite

the night the garbanzo beans caught fire
we had fried chicken and sprite

now it amazes me how from far places
of droves of human anonymity

each in other's face throughout the day,
both symbol and active persona


"Can't believe I found you, Mike."
Hoolie

not enough light

I reach the heels of my fists to the heavens and
a rageful power takes hold of my wrists like a
puppeteer to sticks; the room takes on a charge,
and even dogs fled.

Anyone could feel the wave as deaf feel sound:
It's the moment after you should have bounced,
when it was imminent, when the hair'd already
stood up on end.

Black rectangle

Climb back into your body
where it's safe (?) black
rectangle on the eye balls

Floating black rectangle the
negative of a backlit screen
framed in light in the mind

I carry this rectangular iris
shape in my body visually
for a longer or fading time


Jan Jansdaad
"I'm Jan's daughter Jan, and he's my father."

Two foot

Caulk skylights

the east and west

his body is skinny but he has a big head and feet
she gets sore walking her muscle torso on sticks

they face the east and west, wasted to the known
proving those that seek darkness only need sleep


by Donna

kabob

Scared face

As did a forger, I held my face print in my mind and
went to the mirror's afterimage: I saw the scared face
or is it sentiment of fear, of losing my object, mirror

it's the face with which frankly I looked at you with
but more from above, so more sag, an ebbing red now
and I saw there in my own shadow your fear or the

reflection of my face in your face, the fear we share
but now as well a longing hopefulness, melodramatic
twinkle, or was it on my blank face yours printed fear?


Ted
"For you, Phyllis"

Compromised ramrod

this doesn't hang right
too many holes in wall
october's sunset night
sinks into vortex now

i do every bad I can do
exploit days without you
seeking unhealthy meals
because I'll see you soon

i rise to your higher state
or habits, maybe fate can
tell why we get on so well
shack up after two dates


Hoolie
"I'm vulnerable right now."

snot storm

there are protective toxins
that make petty little bitches
of ladies and gentlemen

Story of the Protective Toxin

It was a flower, and it gave off just the right amount of protective toxin, a discourager rather than an exterminator. Then one year there was an exponentially larger aphid swarm, and it had to blast the protective toxin to fight the pestilence, but then it didn't turn off. In subsequent years, essential bugs just died against its fluorescent, amoniac ribs, and then it too withered from lack of pollen or whatever.

Is it one of those morals where you can see the shame rather than the practice as pathological. Can it be cured by the medium of matrimonial gravitas.