The boxes stacked 
everywhere beg to
be unpacked but d
o not tell me whe
re to place their
contents, so they
stay stacked in t
he corners and em
pty rooms, making
me feel that my l
ife is a messsss.

I’m finally catching up with the world

I am now wired to win with my gizmos,

Gadgets and all the rest of an electronic nature,

Overpriced and mass produced by Steve Jobs and Bill gates

Out of sight, out of mind.

Not so true when left behind.

Familiar cries of sorrow,

Directed at me when I haven’t gone far, sooooooooooooo

you’d think they’d give a rats
bottom but then you’d be wrong
the only bottom they’re going
anywhere near is the bottom of
the pile where they’re all sitting
around and not writing poetry
like good little english pub chips
if that means anything to any of
you maroons out there. so here
i’ll just keep afloat everything all
nine of you were all so passionate
about just two weeks ago. to the
point where we had to ask you to
back the freak off. but look where
that got us now? as the french
say les incompetant or something
of the sort. but who likes Macaulay
Culkin? (I almost called him Hulk
Hogan – which would have been a
funny mistake to have made in
print – even if electronic) afterall
anyone who looks that much like
a girl at 19 should not be respected
in the least. or so says this guy
who didn’t get the memo
about how we’d all stop writing
on the same freaking day and have
a whole 24 hours of down time
something never done in the history
of the sieve. the heck with it. i’ll
crush ya’lls heads like Hulk Culkin
if you dont get off your slacking burros!

I want to kiss your belly button and
hold your toes
give you a backrub while you
blow your nose

to rub your feet with lotion
so at night you’re leg-cramp free
and wash the dishes for you so you’ll be
extra sweet to me

but sometimes I just want to
lay my head on your thigh and
together we can turn to the evening
and wish it bye bye

im happiest when im loving
you
but i wish that you’d just take
it
when im overwhelmed and tired
loving you helps me make
it

you’re not the reason I live today
but you sure make do make it better
you’re my love and my joy
my favorite ever ever

its true you make my
life so much better

but dont expect i wont
hold the same against
you

I
Where do the hours of the day go?
Quickly they run
the body go through the motion
[but] it’s all wrong
gray hairs and pimples
artless eyes and wrinkles.

II
Patched-up youth
screaming “bloody awful!”
forlorn, wistful and bounded
ready to abide to the universal bold laws
like poached eggs in the the morning breakfast.

Ecstatic painful joy-madness of a mother
at the sight of the long lost child, [and]
the subsequent needling sadness due to the lack of eternity;
loss recedes only for a while.

III
We were hopeful once
Our lungs expanded and contracted with mirth

We were happy once,
Our erected limbs stretched and scratched the sky

We were, once
effervescent souls
Sown with a string of luminescent words

Nature’s arrow pierced our hearts
So deep it broke us in halves, and
the void reaped our efflorescent breaths

IV
One second before January, one success on our belt;
“We have stayed alive”
…and here comes the cheer,
here comes the new year.

[Whatever for?]

For the plum wine
for the lake that didn’t drawn us, [and]
for you and I

just to see if you wiggle
in your sleep

it is nice to get things done

to move about and do things

yes, doing things is nice

 

better is many friends sitting in rooms on couches close and laughing

 

we are invincible when close and laughing

because you worry when
i take too long on the william
(i have too many friends named john)
and pass out after indian
food
such love cannot be mistaken
for anything shy of
eternal

though many think themselves
the best
to me
you will always be
the king of the
numpsy tump

that in the last eight years
I have not lived
in the same place
for more than two years;
college station
amarillo
bryan
tashkent
fort worth
bryan again;
1 dorm room
1 duplex
2 houses
3 apartments;
I’ve lived in it all
but never known
a place called home
a place to call home;
a place where the years
accumulate along with
the moss and ivy
on the walls;
a place where memories
are able to attach to
tangible object;
so now I move again
to another stopping point
along the way.

Boxes fill the back of my room
making me wonder how
I have gotten to own this
much stuff when at one time
I could fit all my belongings
in just two suitcases.

curls so dark
contrast against
skin so light
and eyes of green

i hold you and think
can this be mine?

don’t panic
DON’T PANIC!
DON’T PANIC!!!

those words,
though said in
mantra verse,
lose their
reassuring value
when not
accompanied by:
glittering letters
on a shiny
red background