they’ve created a place for us to live
that’s made of shared psychosis dreams
where everything is finally certain
and now we can see the beauty in wringing
the neck of every dandelion we come across
without being asked silly things
like for more information, or why

licking at the boots of meaning i
alonely i
homunculus i
tired at the base of another mountain
nothing supernatural in my mind

anger and sadness fill my cup running over
do not utter a word it is more confusing that way
and that’s the way we all need to go
one day
hopefully not too soon!

ah, but i am rushing

further!
more!
you say
but cannot find
the next foot to place

will your left foot make you happy?
will your right foot make you sad?

those questions keeping you up at night
means you were never looking at all
save your sorryness for yourself
the rest is just collateral damage

be thou not a machination
of thy mind!
but fledgling
wrenched from tree
who would do all
to return

and for that
thou hast forged a million baubles
and hoisted a million weight of stone
up the tree
to find thou art now
too big for the nest

therefore shalt thou drown
in the fermented fruit
that falleth from its branches
for to coddle thy simple heart

i beseech thee!
grow tall
like the very tree itself whence thou camest

and grow out many branches
thyself
until thou hearest tiny chirps
on a dew-drenched morn

whilst the sun crawleth atop the earth
and warmeth the blood flowing through thy
now unyielding heart
that thou might smile
truly
for something other than thyself
for the first time in all thy days

the day’s the same
it is i who changed
or what my mind’s comprised
and shaped by what i decide
to see

surprised i am to find
after translations finalized
that complicated apes
live in a loud
but boresome state

whether time dilations are inside my mind
or in space and matter’s continual incline
or are choked by my intentions i
wouldn’t bet a dime

you shout
and shout
your candied carrots
at the horses
in a field
but only god decides
when they are thirsty

it’s not a good day unless i’m crying

about how i left my friends behind

so they could get murdered

because i’m racing the devil

like someone asked me to

come back for them

when i figure it out

but i’ll never figure it out

then someone else will take speed

and leave me behind

where i’ll commence to tying

my mind in knots

trying to make it all make sense

oh ignorant sun
who still rises though

you are gone from me

and the stupid earth, too
which still spins

haven’t they
gotten the news?

i will not believe
that they don’t care

that you are gone now
from me

and gone too
from the sun and earth
and everyone

now to ephemeral memory
slipping from me until
we are both alike;

the empty side
of the hourglass

maybe i’m not doing the world a kindness by keeping my mouth shut
i got too offended at it
but now i am not hurting, and you are
that’s just the way i wanted but it’s a sad way
i’ve yet to fully repent
i don’t know if i ever will
this is tantamount to my smallness
maybe even a malnourished young boy
should pay penance for not making himself big
it seems
when bad things happen, they pile and pile
another reason why karma is for idiots
the opposite is true

i remain small
but fill out my petty stature
after all
why should the bugs not follow me?
i pretend not to be a bird
when jumping from leaf to leaf
i often wonder
should the bugs not fear me?
i love but
do not like them
often times
i wonder if even that is true
after all
how do you measure the make of a bird
or the make of a bug
or a half-bug half-bird
and who does the measuring
anyway?

everyone can tell
the fire dyin
but no one fixin
to chop wood

it’s too late
to look up
them aliens already
round the fire

momma don’t leave
your child here
when you get back
they’ll be a burnin

i am a monkey
who draws pictures
on cave
walls

i want to sit
by the fire
and talk to my
friends

i want to
pick at
berries

and save for the winter

and commune with the other animals

until i return to
the loamy soil
which all monkeys
were born

happily

they don’t make sunlight like they used to anymore
and i don’t smoke camel wides, either
i don’t drive a sports car that catches air on the rail road tracks
these days

back then
when i decided i’d live just to see what happens
i never thought i’d find myself
sucked dry of all energy and hope
waiting for the world to end

you’re right,
it is not the same
though death in all but name

i struggle not
to view the world
plainly
as daniel did
i struggle not
to hate everyone
‘s favo-rite song
(s)
i struggle not
to close my eyes
and focus only in-
ward
i struggle not
to lash out against
the silence at
you
i struggle not
to loosen my grip
and let sand fall
through

for why at times i am uncertain

homunculus, I
willed by nothingness
only making heads or tails
if I eat them

SEPTA trolleys
Arizona RX Energy
automated missile systems

trogloditian dreams
haunt the sunlight
dull my edges
entropically

to see a single leaf

you must first, not see it

at all

in the black of night

then, as the sun comes up

you can just

barely make out its figure

as the immutable light

floods your eyes

you capture it fully

love is magic
and the only magic is love

calms me down when you are near
even your voiceless presence
driving to buffalo wild wings
i crack a joke, you smile at me
abakadabra

love is magic
and the only magic is love

tell me your thoughts on dreams
on the drive back to Michigan
kiss me, romantically
on the jc penney escalator
alakazam

the wind is blowing like
the sea crashing like
a leopard’s teeth nipping
at my heels as it chases
me around my apartment
and even if I could wrap my
hands around its neck
i would never be able to gut
and prepare it before nightfall
clean its entrails and
find my way home
hoping to not wake you
before I slide into bed
nerves shredded and still firing
like I spent all day being
chased around the apartment by a leopard
or something

sometimes they go to bed hungry
or find places to hide
where no one will see them cry

every day their smiles get heavier
until they are too heavy to hold

all around me i see people who could fix it
all around me i see people who could prevent it
all around me i see weak people who
can’t even lift their own smiles, anymore

who could possibly forgive us, now?
for the mothers and fathers have gone

a sun makes god of
dust mote

dancing
in the window-
frame

and an altar
of the fly’s green husk
silent
on the sill. the same
light warms
the new leaf and the broken glass

holding both
not named

your voice

a thrown coin

like answered static
via dead channels
the low hum of
wired wall

a quiet house
of all words
homeless

the sky is a locked
brass lid

you must cartograph
slow roots

slow
secret language

of a deep spring

awaiting in dark
neath all

thirsty, asking
and begging