Replays...

“I really need to send her a note,”

My roommate says, with his brow bent hard,

“And tell her to be mean to you.”

Walking into the iron yard,

“You know I'll level out,” I say,“but for now,

There's still glitter on my throat.”

“Just please don't start singing

While we work out?” he says. “I won't.

But I may still dance between sets.”

“I'll accept this,” he says,

“But shower off tonight – your smile

Pollutes like a cigarette.”

The ghost of a tickle spins

Eights around my chest. My fingers

Replay – like the walls here want

My touch. This barbell extends

From me – {Huh!} I float this weight. “Oh

God, please stop smiling so much.”

Commercial...

{Video}

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 _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Pretty girl.

           … you could be lovely.

Handsome boy.

                                        … she's almost yours.

Girl – have a strong, kind husband.

                                                      Boy – have your choice of whores.

Leathery woman – your skin could age backwards.

                         Gutty man – your prick could hold a flag.

Let us suck out the liquid that weighs you down

And inject a fresh improvement – no lags.

You'll be perfect.

Don't even think – let us show you:

With a tool,

         a mantra,

              a pill we've invented –

for humans

    are so flighty, desirous

as-is,

And always

       (tired flocks)

discontented.

Qualified... (song)

{ Click for Melody }

I was down by the shore

Just waiting 'cuz the tide was changing:

Saw a flock of birds,

A dog jumped in to re-arrange 'em –

Never caught a one, but he loved to make them … fly away

(Life always happens in the moment,

still you laugh and dream it over for days).

I was walking through the store

'Cuz my oat bran was down to empty –

Boy was on the floor,

A man bent down with Good & Plenty's:

Child heard that rattle and his eyes shot up like … Willie Mays

Just knocked his heart into the sky

(Man, you can write about those eyes for days).

So the first bell rang at noon;

That schoolgirl's freckles made me shiver.

She said, “Whatcha gonna do?”

I said, “I'll stand up if you deliver.”

She laughed, “Hope Escalante doesn't come and take that … knife away” :)

By the second bell she's gone

(But still you loop that line along and replay).

            ~

I was making soap with you:

Mixed lemongrass, rosemary, cedar.

Oils melted through

That plastic cup, now my 2-seater

Smells like magic forest – and your grandma stares … she's too far away,

“Boy, why you huffing that upholstery?”

“Girl, you'll know if you stand closely,” I say.

This is probably the last time

I will see you – what a bummer.

Still, we've got some white wine,

Barely any clothes – that's summer:

Time to melt the sky and burn that clingy yesterday off my face

('Cuz ev'ry star up in the sky

Is just another point of light I can chase).

Hunting...

{Image to come:}

Would you bring me light in this room?

I mean, are you really a friend of mine

When the chair legs are hunting

For both our toes and

All colors are undefined?

Would you feel out the switch

For my eyes, too? Or just for your own

Resolution? I will never really know

Unless you go blind –

And dark is your institution.

Then sparking that little room light

Will be easy for your fingers to manage (

But, masters of arm-length sight,

They'll know that the

Flip returns my advantage).

Fortitude

{Image to come:}

                                                                               I'm a bad person.

                              That's how I know I'm good:

                                I'm well enough

                      to know I'm sick,

To think, “It's understood

I'm thinly strong

      and in control;

         I'm barely doing right.

                        I'm thickly scared

                                         and volatile

                        And nearly in a fight

                            With any man

                                   I think I'd

                                    break (just to

                                         prove I'm not

                           The scaredest, or

                        the meakest, or

             Softest in the lot),

And with every

woman I can

  overpower (to

     quell that trembling

 ache of lacking the calm

               to draw her in, so

                       Tense with the urge to take),

And with every piece

    of evidence

       against me (to

                              dream I'm good,

             To dump out the ash

               of innocents I've

                         wronged). It's understood.”

Popular is lovely to watch...

{Image to come:}

I'm glad that I'm not

At all famous as you.

Though I do like small adoration.

I don't like, “I wonder

what he's going to do?”

I cringe at expectation (

you see, right now,

this is my little poem

and even if it goes rotten

it won't be a let-down,

a star's fall, or worse, a stale

standard: lauded, forgotten).

I'd rather just write

for I need to

and shut up whenever that's spent;

only ever myself (

no culture-canned story –

a pleasant breeze, gone as it went).