loose
like the sugar on a perfectly
powdered donut
and of a similar consistency

you look less delicious
coming out
than you did going in

aint said bitch

aching gnawing
pressing joints squeezing
cartilage free from places
it was never meant to leave

this morning the sun rose again on my
internet defying my loss of hope
giving me opportunity to enter again
into the nether-poetry-sphere to
dump on you five days of pent up
brilliance

but all my poems
of thoughts and lost socks
seems drab compared to the
color of the bits and bytes
on my glorious connected

world.

when trouble falls like lemon-ny
drops high above the chim
mini chops thats where you;ll
fiiiiind sheeee
ooooo ooooo ooooo ooooo oo oo o
bu bu bu bu bu bu bu bu.

somewhere over this painful
feels good lies
and here i wait for therapy
i dont know why i dont die die die!

die die die
oooooo mmmmm ooo oo oo o o
bu bu bu bu bu po po po

glue like gas
smells when inhaled
but burns when
excreted

night ache from an unknown source
caused luigi more pain than he’s seen
since jr. high wrestling when a dinkus
named bob kneed him

morning came with neck pain to boot
thinking i’m too young for this i mounted
my bike and rode till everything went a
blissful noticeable numb

home and showering as luigi reminds
me he still hurts

bring relief and reminders
that life isn’t only about trying
to find words to describe our daily
travel through death defying
skull and cross-bone warning
creaky, dusty, burned out, deserted
hallways and rooms of old

its also about friends and family
and life outside outside our own
box.

but then the publishers write
and i get confused again

(today i got an email from lulu
saying they wanted to put our book
for sale up at amazon – weird)

the ones with no core
because they’re heartless in a fruity
kind of way that lacks both pit
and love and every emotion
because while it technically lives
it lives in an “I absorb my
nutrition through a process call
photosynthicrap, you ever heard of it?”
kind of a way which no one even
in your vicinity appreciates
especially for someone that looks
like you
we just have less patience i suppose
because

those were the golden days
surrounded by brilliant minds
babbling bull shit from sun peak to sun hide
giving me inspiration to sit
and write every first sentence i heard
for ten minutes in a crowd
furiously trying to keep up
knowing it would spring a poem
i could hope to find useful one day

but then digging through old notebooks
i fail to find you

tickled with the scent
of
already ripe
bitter tea leaves
in preparation
of what still is probably not the last
class i’ll dread
weekly

beautiful prose,

no i settle for worse

words written while

playing the ‘i dont care’ game

words i mean but must act like i don’t

words i scribbled with a knife in the slide

in that town that doesn’t mean anything to me

the one near the border of mexico

you remember
where we first discovered that people do illicit things in parks

then carve their names in the slides



mine said

roger was here

but should you fail
know the poetry committee
will be coming to hunt you down
and you’ll never get that last
signature or graduate because
turns out there’s a whole math
class you haven’t attended this
whole year and there is no way
you’ll ever pass the final
so we laugh at you
because you are one test
perpetually in your dreams
away from a real
prepetually in your dreams
graduation