oggi piove

e sentiamo che

un faro si è caduto nel mare

today it rained
and rained

and we heard news that an old lighthouse fell into the sea

living with baby's hard
but all i manage, she improves

and i'm no picnic too

ognuno chiodo,
un cappotto

sempre suo

non c'e' spazio
per un'altro

vedremo
diceva
quante donne vorrebbero
un uomo come te

she would that I'm iron
her force shapes
not harms

instead it melts
steals
breaks both my arms

i don't know how to live with violence anymore
i don't know how to live
i don't

sandcastles...
a willing suspension,
masochism,

or the only game in town?

read underneath if you insist

but don't be surprised

if it comes out all backward

irony escapes

you lock the door behind

'cause the desert is all you can know

here
let me careen

head rolling
there -
no there

what did he say?

worthless mouth

artist

might as well
cut the logo,
place it on your tongue

for all it cost,
and where it's from

nervous salesman with sweaty palms
believes in his product
too much

wants you to too

times to start,
like waves,
offer their swells
without alarm bells

you can't hear

you can't fear

things that make us
can break us

mine
ignorance, and poverty

saved me for my son

her Lampedusa fisherman,
he would that he be.

not her storm and rocks and sea

for Joe,

shine a light, moonlight mile
dead flowers, bitch
fool to cry

not fade away
dance

winding
wending
binding
bending

like cords,
or chords...

neighbors,
strangers,
music,
and more

basket basket
full and overstuffed
you tell us when you topple
enough's enough

momentum swells
like injury
or creativity

and recedes
when it likes

seasons change
but not so much
as to ever really lose their touch
velvet
or rough

fighting fire with fire
or setting one's own house ablaze
the difference,
that's hard to say

what can you do for me, doctor?
make it worse, or nothing at all
ok
that sucks

whenever the weather
starts to change
haywire goes my brain
and every year,
more fear

one thing i can say
mountains like to hide behind clouds
careful how you fly your plane

compromised footsteps
make their injured way
having learned to play
a lilting music

la brace
le tracce
d'una cosa

le facce
e le cacce
rimosse

la sera
la terra
so
era
nera,
lento

non c'era
l'eroe
vero

right key
wrong lock
right key
wrong lock
right key
wrong lock

nothing to do
but reel and rock

measuring the ride
by the number of passengers left by the wayside
distance

underneath your window crying
begging, stealing, buying
any promise to cure

to sob is not to sing
and to have one's pain seen as theater
a dreadful thing

tobacco instruments of communication
spent wise
conduct more than consume

when to let go
to know
to end
to run

the toddler artist burns his hand
to learn

the thrill of catching it just right
shared by addicts of all kinds
more or less
the same

no use trying to gauge the flow
no use crying to assuage the blow
no use

hell

well

bell

spell

a day in the life

of miners

and artists

and miscellany

winter again
i see
this time i call you out
for all your obvious efforts

you
you did it
when you looked
caused the thing you saw
to be seen

i only spilled it

hat in hand
out
liars making a stand
out
hundreds of millions more

who's keeping score?

the songs of improving
the wrongs of removing

soundtrack your life

rewind
stop
play

terrible
terrible
all wrong
again

now
again
again
and again

better

setting the ball on the ground
inviting, walking away

how the painter must play

plying
trying
whatever we're used to

it's when you're asleep
that you want talked you

telling
selling
or felling trees

by the foot
the yard
or needs

whoring
scoring
deeds

the more vague the vessel
the truer the cargo might be

and harder, delivery

it happened again
couldn't help it
just happened
again
like always

left a mark

put me there
where ever
you'd like
like to, or must

if you must

your money
your call

stupid as a painter
pathetic as a poet
so say the fortunate
fools

day after day
layer after layer
jesus christ
this motherfucking weather

dopo pranzo piove
dicono
e dopo la speranza
anche
sempre

oh dio
signore mio

cantiamo
cosi'
noi

non lo so perche'

what,
you were expecting dante?

down the hall
down the stairs
keep going
you'll get there

releasing the grip on the thing
can be a kind of sting
yeah man
yeah
you know it

sing it
talk all you want
tell it
like no one won't

step
ride
walk on

just keeping cool

book pages
bundle leaves
pieced together
held

to freeze

solidify

last awhile

plastify me
make me
last

into
after
beyond

but
without
myths
monies
thieves

jim jam
jars of juice
j rolls
jays of dee

rolled
gold
tossed
good after bad

done
moved on

across 110th street
yeah
no place else
but echoes
so many places

has it been proven?
is it true?
i have no need to ask
madness is contagious.

it kills you or makes you stronger...
ok,
such is life.
and in respect to one's wife?

no guns,
no isolated cabins required
and the beard is the manifesto

nicotine headache...
too much?
not enough?
benvenuto ad indecisione

what can one say
with just one lonely tree,
italy,
landscape drizzle,
and fog?

just wait...

the fog hangs thick over in umbria
i hope i'm thicker
or at least quicker

sex, dammit, now
oh but wait,
the diapers
the depression
the disentanglement

occasionally
every now and then
sometimes it happens
but usually no

drella was taken
all wrong
at his own behest
like most i guess
and then
the end

ok
in the end
my contempt
for you was
justified
though perhaps
premature

I was a place
a place i was
way too long

for fear of elsewhere...


then i was gone

feeling rather meaningless,
he stepped on the gas

and doing so,
mirrored the species

celebrate
what you were
because you
simply
cannot face
what you will
never be

cooked and ate a spider
got high high high
turned into a fighter
oh my my my

your wallet, sir or madam,
is killing.
could you kindly remove it from my throat?

you got nothin'
but yer mouth and fists
and harder still's yer head
weapon that it is

book weapon
mind assault
heart wounded
turning on a light
like a knife
lighting fire

he learned something
and the lies of mom and dad
began to unravel
finally

lo straniero
e' la,
mangia,
si,
dorme,
si...

a
presto
natale
nostro

the young man in the mall,
crushed by the weight of being different,
wanted to kill them all

getting home,
fire's out
going for fuel,
it rains
10,000 years ago,
yesterday

non deve essere grande,
cara,
solo fatto da te,
una frase,
boh.

dunque,
dimmi qualcosa
e noi ci spendiamo,
il tempo nostro
insieme

it's a flickering pain
neurologic,
it whispers it's threat softly
but means it

he made a sandwich,
or some simple plate,
and t'was good...

is not a bad epitaph

three hundred three:
seems many days,
unless what's measured is a life...
then it's nothing

like children's trading cards,
only marxists instead of players

though they say Che' could

today was a day to dream of vomit
to let it all out, once and for all
fear

again,
losing touch,
sight,
balance,
nerve,
how long's it been...

death,
hinting
taunting
waiting

io parlo,
mangio,
la lingua
e la mostarda
era un altro tema strano

we spoke,
ate tongue,
and spice-candied fruit with mustard oil
was another queer topic

tack along
wandering city
feeling your way
to the something you sense you'll be

a place
a name
instruments

for remembering
for forgetting
or for...
or for...

a measuring tape
with self written on it
wants you to feel
confident,
metric

honey
orange
butter
milk
flour
coffee...

black

man

comes to mind,
murder news
latitudes

red
wine
milk
chocolate
oil
luxury
suffering
revolution
blood toilet

time for each gate to stop minding the fences
and get on with it

unhinge yourself

holding breath
to hold a child
to be a father
is to balloon
absorbing all

long time enough
to accumulate meaningful dust

wits, webs, and whetted mind tongues

startling news of an egg
fertilized
happy frightening
ready or not here i come

l'orso polare c'e
artigli nella terra
chissa' se
si scioglierebbe

senti

api
cellule

colonie
polmoni

perdono
ansimiamo

bees cells
colony lungs
buzz breathing
heaving life

disappearing, a loss of breath

laundry reminded,
a meaninglessness complete
an artist reached out in small talk

morning torn open
like paper
rent not in anger
but relief
satisfaction

ever-wanting to make good,
bad,
make, or break something,
light another cigarette

we
sexual mathmeticians
postulate
make calculus out of arithmetic

let me rage
or let me be,
find a shadetree

we all make our mirage
let me mine

she's lean muscled,
waiting
quivering

i'm blatant,
prosecute me for weakness,
strength

rage burns the fuel of injustice
nothing stings like the flames of disregard,
betrayal

out into the smoke
the world's on fire
breathe in the remnants
of the gown that clothes us

all
nothing
nothing
all
means anything we say it does,
means beware,
beware fear

with boutique mind
and buffet heart
the broken,
bristling,
burning ego
sits and paints

dearest city:
a threat
a plea
a cup
a branch
a razor blade
a fire
a chance

smorgasboord cherries
taint their eaters
in myth
madness
misunderstanding
desire

the closer to the edge,
the broader the view
inward
weirdo
suffer
give
shut up

eternal swine
a day,
a pearl
stringing time
together
in haste oblivion

whisper whisper
in ignorance and fear
the monster's here
the artist
you destroy

troppo paura
del mondo senza te,
nessuna che veramente sa

place cigarette just so
as to allow time
to get back
before burning table

oh blacksmith blacksmith have you any rule?
yes sire yes sire
hammers love iron cruel

wasteland begetting birth
crushing remnants in preparation
ok, internet

sitting down to unleash against the firm dirigible:
letter to the editor

the reel winds
taking up
letting go
the line out
beneath the waves
somewhere
out there

today you might
tomorrow, may
eventually, must
away
from self
from here
to...

erosion implosion
the tearing down from the inside
the only way to fall

confess your guilty pleasure
salivating for moments
when you can be insane

this message will self-destruct in 5 minutes...
and if it goes to voicemail
who cares

wrong perhaps,
maybe get burned by the sun,
he steps out
in case the world's upside down

growing
glowing
sated
out-put
out-paraded
left for dead
right on time
again

volevo dire
dovevo sperare
pensavo fare tutto bene

i'm tempted to call,
disturb you across time,
plead for my head
in your crazy hands

empty bucket
knowing full well
pouring is for the birds
agapornis in fact

tobacco spoonful
turned
burned
relented in ashen waste
discarded in blackness

provando a sostituirlo,
la mente per la caramella,
the' per te

mile after circle
soft attempts to lose something
the unknown where to
comes crashing

thursday
wednesday
tuesday
pedalling back
not sleeping going forward
just tripping

looking around the room for a knife,
the messiness that had lost it
saved my skin

you predetermine
my fault and lacking,
say so much untrue,
missing me fully

love's fragile
like wrapping paper
or bombs
waiting to be broken
and share their warmth

broken,
pieces
renewed
however changed
the scars
full of meanings
make the mosaic

some news stains,
attaches
and enters in
settles to stay
get to know
grow old with

a
feeble
watching
breaking
jarring
losing,
then a grandmother
now a father

some calls come destroying
expecting helps not at all
hanging up
is like falling

ways of the world separated us once
and so many times
he paints
i'm his son

the parkinson's is worse
the helplessness of so far away
crushes me
father

food death foam
shelf-life is the thing
the mystery
is microwaves
and neurons
eat

dying bees hovering
cellular
phone alarm goes off
there's a message waiting

running rain and metros
to see outlaws and lesser-thans
attack our own bullshit

waiting in the cave
knowledge
flowers
and firelight
protector of my entire being

returning this thing pushes
weighs, whelms, warns, wishes
gains, dangers, needs a bridle:
haste

the pool eddies
leaves swirl,
thinking they're twigs
and twigs bugs,
bugs leaves,
rapids will solve it

genius cracked glass
let in light and wind
and false friends
a century to sort them out

orange
mistaken for an original
apt to be called navel
needs often peeled

emanating shoes
the silent crowd swells
threatening more than administration

appetites and languages
thieves and profit margins
disraelis
working parts
cogs

smiles being masks
reveal betray
say hide deceive
normalize lies
allow forbid

25 months
and just got out
needed to talk
about his girl
a couple bucks

decipher the chairs
saying whose import
or relegated
then rearrange them

cracks in the wall hint
something about to
or already
on it lean
or tear down

stumble scrape and cry
nothing to do but lunch
and a bandaid
cocktails
corporates

snow fall
hollow and wan
like an empire about to crumble
resigned
pathetic

a family in blindfolds
walks the halls of the old motel
inviting killers

something so very small
cannot help but be tempted
to be consumed
by itself

creating worlds in acorns
to build galaxies elsewhere
tools for rent
parts for sale

massive legions of ideas
cascading upon us
no choice
but the closest cave

flak jacket with paint on
moving through wilderness
in studio
to launch attacks

adolescence
effervescence
luminescence
obsolescence
getting past the tricks

archipelago of artists
with shit untogether
resist the currents
swim

terrible magnolia canopy
sprawling
like propaganda
of ignorance

explosions of blooms and scents
inebriating swells
like so many lost ideas

pearls before swine
a phrase unfair
to the creatures named
we should know better
they don't

like carnal night dreams
in daylight
stealing a painter's vigor
to stain written sheets

resist not for tomorrow
resist not to overcome
itself the victory

birds and bees indeed
their dying says it all
what better achilles
than carnal

at 40 a switch goes off
even cervantes has said so
a new rage
a fear
haste

nosebleed non-stop,
dam unkept lets,
these rushing forth
things of artists
give what they fear

a mark made
on a hand,
or a stone,
a page,
in the eyes
loss, failure
birthing me

terror does not strike
but comes
in the carriage of ignorance
with horses of fear

sleeping weapons sleeping
under a pillow of malice
dream of some righteousness

comes and goes
resists emptiness
a head full of inclinations
trying for sleep

dear swine,
i regret bonnie parker and clyde barrow
won't make it
all i've are these

dead vines staring,
mocking,
my nerve ends
knowing history
yielding to the future

pushing out at the cardboard
wishing for a knife
she shows me i imagine it

tearing at the drapes,
her skin
i'm filled with pain
my love's the sun in a darkened room

time pushed me down
flailing i
heard it pass
bellowing red at my tries for escape

simplicity on a touch
put so
would save me
if not for the complex distance

vai la
vado qua
mi fai
tu sai
ricominciamo
e
sopravviviamo

split pea attitude
refuses to clarify us
can you please offer a spoon

the smell drifting in of food
from thailand or india
dines on my gratitude

sensing almost
like water force overfull
i answered the phone before you called

spectacular nothing
sat afloor
asprawl
waiting certain all would come
we did

grow on a phone
talk to elders
cry in pain
hanging up
hang on to every word

spots
bites
droplets
sips
spit
long for a meal
before claiming anything worth knowing

roll a stone to see what game is created
open to risk
of misunderstood

vie
fee
fain
taking
take in
taken
ignorant how come not
and murderous why

morsels
wraps
coming sooner or later
soups
saucers
beckoning empty stomachs

stumble to the saddle
sleep on the mount home
yet a pen so much harder than reins

wooden slats laid
to let water
to keep down disease
rearranged on whim
like this

soak up blood
carry sponges home
brought here in buckets
to scatter
shared sick
as well

pay
take the hand
currency
run
stand
lunch
rest
rebuild
fail dream
and ponder
a cup

spouting, shouting
screaming, teeming
ebbing after
falling before
coupling discord

at times
the cinderblock stops a car
saves a life
builds a home
at times
it's useless

balance
scale
proportion
swelling
fluid
smell
medicine fear
death estimation

repeater
defeater
repleter
secreter
deleter
eliter
eater

vertigo and nausea
so familiar
is it me
or is there a problem?

when to stop, sleep, or push
is the gift of painters
and other obsolete riders

here it comes
door not closed well
heaving with the draft
in, out
no choice but wait and see...

meaningless glass
cracked and wanting
echoes and steals from now
marcel the thief laughing

so late
too late
to stop now
to try anymore
to either
to both
so late
so

new no
coughing stop
adding intermittently
worded things
then notes
and rests
sleep

carry the weak leg
drag that feeble head
manage homeward
stumbling and all
she'll care

non posso
respirare
e
non posso
riparare
ho paura
dove sei?

failed
yet again
under
the moon
the same one
as in kentucky
as in italy

potemkin villagers
climbing the wall
dodge assasins
and hunger
try for home

to comprehend
to sustain
to be heard
these escape so
again
and yet again

lacking much
i
sat
drank
and smoked familiar
with a most
dangerous
enemy

rage to you
fool mirror
you should drown
and melt away
leaving all much the better

the chapter threatens to end
too soon
fight or flee
or stay
and what then
and what then?

dissident me
she
had faith
and i set it all on fire
and swallowed the ashes

leaves of rice burn
in my hate
and futility
and yearn
for all
to fall away

swallowing hard
to overcome a crumbling
avalanche
begun by one's own feet

remorse
tears at the bare flesh of error
like hooves
against a slack jaw
predator

development radar
illustrates vanishing canopy
as soaring green ink

alone again
burning thoughts in an ashtray
for resolve
for want
birthday to me

talk on the thread
hoping the spider senses
the meager
the sincere
and pities

rolling a cigarette
becoming ill
making mistakes
just like falling downhill

derelict beauty
emerging through the crowd
cut barefoot blood
confirming her depth

getting what we pay for
what we deserve
nothing
is out of the ordinary

remunerate the banker
with the teacher's umbrella
and the artist's supper

white water
and
black oil
unmixing
as if amnesiac
or lotus eating

yield:
give
fold
relent
concede
collapse
relax
bend
gain
afford
bear
return
admit

sleep's for those who believe in heaven
worry for those convicted
unctions we else

who broke who
first me or you
or the other way 'round
it matters sometimes
not now

let's all poetic
drop syllables
like semen
it's pornography
and instinct

delete me it says
i cannot stand a mirror
but there are times
when it's a must

simple enough these
foliae
observed
before falling to the ground
like the rest

why when sleep is needed
work rushes forth
and then when work awaits
sleep is a drug?

you cannot save yourself
no one can
help us
now how about that drink of water?

venus of rags
invests the future
instead of one's head
in one's own netherlands

overuse is not the same
as abuse
sharing much
they tandem-bike
like marrieds

let's all romantic-like,
use words like warm,
season,
mood,
oh for chrissakes no let's not

it's no use,
they're history, these commas,
their procrastinating ways,
and suspense...

maybe a rich artist is a dead artist
maybe they're wrong
maybe art is dead

gaudi architecture
metropolis infrastructure
culture
and blue eyes

nervousness
a fear of slouching
sexually greedy
muscles
cruelty
and blonde hair

enormous flat waves of earth
roiling in the sun
wait to give everything
again

diseases
like wealth
and poverty
vie for our lives
survival lies in between

truth comes with rage
to youth
a step up
forward
most falling on the way
dead or dumb

headlines say massacres
when it's us
crying and whining
those cowards
with more voice

a destiny infested
and regurgitated
and revised
desperately

spit and vomit
for arrogance
investing in itself
and crying 'bout cocktails

Rome fell
clinging to whole numbers
hating infinity
we'll fall
to spite metrics

women & children scream
men running
a terrorist's dream
and Wall Street Fantasy

ghandi
mlk
and jesus
didn't do shit for the natives
or Palestine

suit in a mirror
like a cowboy,
grotesque and deadly
blood-handed,
a killer

a wire pulls the song out of my ear
turning my head
you trip me up
make me spill

place a stone
by the tracks somewhere
outside
at one hundred kilometers per hour

just tell them wanderlust
meaninglessness
something or
train ride
and be done with it

can't help but wish you'd say
you were infatuated with perfect
yet prefer me

come on
come on
come on
please
what do i have to do?
say
who do i have to kill?

impossible to ask for more
sun setting
everything waiting
engines full bore

scratching
scrawling
softly hearing steel on steel
inscribe my thoughts
as we pull away

my eyes trailed birds
to the tracks as we moved to the right
i boarded the train
in flight

terrific for them
terrible for us
terror for profit
is the empire's war

you said some words
so many decoys
but i managed to stay on how wet you get

it was a day of broken windows
warmth escaped
and mixed
volatile and fertile

they've sung so many times
of black
and blue
cliche's
and still a bruise can hurt like hell

absorbed like sponges
we'll be
dissolved
disappeared
disillusioned
dissipated

dying cultures,
human beings
not statistics
but the ratio is doubly blind

by the glimpse through the door
the mess is not so bad
go in and do what you have to

running out of ink
doesn't happen here
necessarily,
messes everywhere

stop
stop it
now
stop
stop
stop
go
it's ok
you can come back later
we'll be here

it's a bicycle now
all downhill
with no brakes
and no rider
to slow it down

let's to cuba
before hero devil dies
and devil heroes try
to steal it

i'm big
i'll eat more
without trying
and i'll die the same way
without intention

someone left the door unlocked for me
sometimes i wonder who
why
then i go in

she is a woman overwhelming
part rage
fantasy
confusion
all fortune

tell it
to the telephone
the television
a telepath
someone may hear

come out come out
sit
eat lunch
think
stop emitting for a change
contradict later

48 nothings
59 somethings
ratio changing
every time we look

sit still
bleed
lose something
gain
sense what you can that's there
or leaving,
or arriving

falling down
falling ill
hurts you
frustrates you
forces you
to rest
to learn
to live

racing fast past
cars
days
whims
rifiuti
pensieri
consiglieri
languages

la maialina rutta
in inglese
nel rosa
e nella bellezza

e' legna bella
dura
fragile
abbastanza sottile
con schegge

percentages
running out of time
like coolness
like water
like lives
ions
fruit

how can we?
why does it matter,
to repeat it all,
yet slightly altered?
because.

as it swells,
be calm
let it run,
rushing forth,
out,
away
let it
let it
let it

plastic stegasaurus abruptly
on a rag doll
a child's room
a fantasy

le ombre che arrivano
e l'orrore.
cosa studiamo?
perche'?

la guerra,
la massima pretenziosita'
gli schiavi
e i pavoni

sadly
grandmother
i defy you
the purity of ignorance
is untrue

Marshall Plan house of wood burns
on Roman stone
while Atlanta mansions
become ash

the language gate closes
and we are reduced to a terseness,
a gesture,
symbols

seeing people become themselves
trials
judgements
resolutions
costumes
masks
ends

fantastic holidays
far outside the zone
late walks long ways
home
sleep
impressions

a desk in rome
rain
cellular living
like citrus
like biology
signals

nothing for so long
then a sound,
a car on rain
a door opens,
you wander through

it's not nice,
no need to be,
just a need to fall,
have it all be for a reason

it's not enough
never enough
just to bleed
always a need
to vomit
to hurt

you dreamt painfully
while my stomach scraped
longing so to turn itself inside out

should have copulated with images and paint
masturbated with words instead

turn aside
move along
the street separates us
as the enemies of the world

how to move
how to think
how to feel
how to know
how to be
impossible all

laugh and put on the costume of evil
take the prize of my hurt
and walk away

fail me
fail my eyes
my ears
my ability
reason
tongue
longing
revolt
will

stealing from some is never impossible
no matter how much they give away

pain drives the interstate
or the local
sometimes passing knowledge
sometimes yielding

how do you save enough
for tomorrow
the uncertainty
the loss
the maybe

trash today
without enough rest
without coherence
walking too long
to the curb

car maneuvered,
head around,
vision fixed upon
the moment in a parking lot

to be spilled
to be regretted
to be forgotten
to be unseen
is to love

take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
take
when i'm empty
there's nothing i can do

fear
pools in an eddy
while arrogance
flows out in rhythm
like fists on the weak

america insists
on your devotion
your honor
your love
then balks at the reins

push go on
more try do
make something
happen, and
make something
worthwhile, and
don't stop

your lateness wears on your mind
like smoke smell
and you hate it
but inhale anyway

smile and destroy
rip your dress
then cry now
then laugh
ok
but please no more violence

we tilers and hammerers
with colours
and innuendo
breaking to create

let's go out into the sun now
let's go and not care
let's go content
let's go
let's

it's not so dark or sad or painful,
anymore than white is,
or air.
it just is

leaves drift over one's body
like bruises, blow by blow
when will it stop
this bleeding

it doesn't ever stop
like a rake on sand
unsoothing instead
uncool
undead

the shirt irritates skin
like a clock ticking in polyester,
a hurting haste

numbness
pain
nauseated clouds
shifting
falling
rising
like balloons float
and die

it is too much like this
please
take what you need and go
or leave what you must and stay

while you suffer, trash and kill
i vertigo, vomit, ill
seeking water
and air

you break
you kill
and destroy
and i was,
and i still am,
but i am not immune

you say you thought
i'd have protected you
while refusing to return the favor

coincidences,
can make or break you
mean nothing
make you laugh
want to die

on asphalt
or stone
in the gutters
or polls
on principle
or hope
continue

run hide away
look for a green hole
to die in
leave us behind
to die
fighting

basta con quest'errori
basta con questa vita brutta
basta con me

non lo so
non lo so
non lo so
non faccio
non devo
non posso
da solo

quanti
e quanto
qua
prima di sopraviverci
prima di curarci

quello che posso fare
é domandarmi dentro
e ferirmi fuori

failure to mend is to blame if a repair falters,
not the original flaw

i dreamt thirteen
and saw five more
then two came and ended it
like aesthetic jacks

stop
don't run on so
don't spill over the precious edges
like all those other times

if she were here there would be a deeper fullness
where the breaths were fearful and low

she's the one
but she cannot defend it
she's the one
but she cannot tear it down

enough is enough for now
until the gap is breached again,
and unbearable

didn't come here to be set upon by the likes of you
but there you were
waiting

too much
too often
too many
too dark
too heavy
you're right,
believe me,
i know

running with vertigo,
nausea sits front and center,
it's a strange death
coming slow

trying to lose sight of how it appears
and just think it the way that's the clearest

pace, pace
not too quick or much,
but waste not
lest you're ready to not get up again

all too often it seems,
some are saying clouds are full of rain like it's a bad thing

working with the diligence of forty
according to who?
Cervantes maybe

a faint beat
a stumbling
a weakness of limb
a dull pain
insists
to spite my youth

sometimes it stands behind,
so close i hear it breathing
and i know
no one escapes

i spotted a carnival last night,
here, there... go see.
i spotted a carnival

time time time
nothing new
nothing left
ended without delay
so just get ready

more poetry would make people get the meanings,
the beauty,
the weight,
so he says

that damned lightness hovers
and the heaviness bodes
a wanting
a wait
meet and greet

dinner came with stories of strangers
telling stories of strangers
they saw last night

walking into the room with a lit cigarette
boring or not
it is something

return return
away she rode a bike
bringing back an urge
to lay down and die

out of the water
a breath like the first
something to be said
for such steam and heat

black makes it feel much better,
no one gets that
you don't want to pretend it away

when driving a strange road,
do you ever sense a curve you can't see
just before it?

how many times,
how long can this go on?
you made it so far,
so far
so far
so

when the milk spilled
it made a mark
like chrysanthemums
so i kept it in this place

what have you done now?
you are bleeding all over the place here
a beautiful shock

i'm a good secret to know...
not pristine
but unspoiled just the same,
like the best whore

given the choice
you give it back,
the failure of accountability
is yours

plastic spoons for afghanistan
for honey
bees
buzzing
strafing
killing
spoonful

don't get blood on the stairs
when you walk out of here, murderer,
we hope to climb them

where is that sound coming from?
it sounds like, wait,
is it raining or am i bleeding?

the sink yielded
the water flowed
the floor caught the weight,
i felt so much empathy

anxieties made the antagonist in peter pan,
and devoured you too

testing the day for rain,
looking up,
and the water on your face
tries to play coy

the coffee took you by surprise,
the cup failed you,
the saucer flew away;
begin...

it's not pessimistic
to know we're not the end all be all of humanity

tantamount to auto-genocide
but an exquisite corpse is the only hope

if you cannot fall into the abyss,
then you cannot say that you want to live

inside and made,
they killed rabbit suits and owls,
nearly like a dog that has rabies

hermaphrodite transhumans taking the place of fearmongers,
but not fast enough

liquid impulse electrical charge
take the place of my tongue and mind
and feed me

in a closed room,
hip to the mirror,
tortured just enough
to fail beautifully

plastic repulsion;
plastic obsession;
plastic unavoidable;
plastic death.

the blue blood in my veins
tells you who i am
you think i am your friend,
you are wrong

waiting for text messages,
courting by satellite,
fucking by phone,
living wants.

rapidity breeds a wordstring
steering strayly
like before the wreck of pollock

time pauses
and you fall forward
into her awkward hands
blissful
in the lateness

plastic sleep prevention;
plastic manners;
plastic play;
plastic leaders;
plastic death.

20 syllables

invention begs
like an open orifice
to be filled
with an assault;
oblige