online literature since 2007

Thursday, July 29, 2010

a poem to start a story to end a beginning


and i will take

your thumb

with me on my travels

and

keep it on a necklace

or in a glass jar by my bed

and

tell it everything important

and

when i give it back

upon my return

it will be

just like

you

were

there

beside

me

the whole time.


i never left

you never felt me leave

i'm never gone

Thursday, July 22, 2010

zero-sum game is a fable saved for parasites.

do not fool
your american self we are
all subject to a still
monarch assembled
of beating chest
monopoly watch close
pull your necks upward look
upon the heaving chest of our
national morning, smell the arbitrage
eat foreign bound paper wipe your
face with crisp welfare
fucking indolent underbelly
awash with wasted expected
returns. pity

to cling dearly such
moth eaten puritan
toughness work on
you predestined body
you accounted soul

do not fool
your indentured self we are
all subject push a still
wheel perceived turn but
progress is our heels dug
deeper impervious human
capital, however has never paraded
so well dapper trademarks free
speech cellular the buzz among bees
never bothers the queen hears only boom and
bust opportunity cost you optimum drone
you, here's a heavy hand fleecing
autonomy accept the grip of slave wages is
death. spent

Saturday, July 10, 2010

nerves from before


you are
a
tall glass
of
milk

i drink you
up

greedily

and always
ask
for more
than
i can take

but

i will
drink you
by
the gallon
even
if
i
understand

the consequences

of such
rushed and raged
desire

desire (you)
to consume (you)
to eat to drink
to own to be
to grasp (you)
to hold
inside
of me
as much
of you
as i can fit


even if i get
that when
the glass
breaks
you will be
the wetness
on the floor

the shards
that slice
the skin

the knife
that cuts






Thursday, July 1, 2010

i need to sleep
meaning i need to wake up soon
tomorrow i will begin on all of my goals
or if i feel lazy then i will begin the day thereafter

the lawn needs mowed
i mow it
straight lines and precision in the front yard
a more wavey and creative approach in the back yard

i am the infant of summer
born in boiling water
grown in a pot of millions of noodles
eaten with no sauce

jobs jobs jobs
talk talk talk
blah blah blah