Dec 10, 2015

“waitin 4 u in the”

green lobby.

outside the weather seems
confused &
traffic
a murderous trap
i hope u didn’t get into an accident
you’re always so tragically
lit
okay
going in alone

sitting at the bar are a couple of tv men
plotting culpas

i get on a bar-stool like
a bad ass hot line
bag full of stolen time

imma order a
‘hexameter in your heater’
styler cryer! why u so mama-mia

mea late?

“i think you look like an owl in those particular glasses”

but you’re cute when you aren’t crying &
you have a great voice & i feel your sad lines
cuz i was once like you
so ..

what
if you die
folding your molding elegy

Quietly

into
circles
around some shit-head’s bed and/or bar

you in a bad suit
you
if augur were a color

cadence is so your forehead

Nov 1, 2015

“DEAR DAUGHTER”

I guess we’ll winter the backyard recipes.

Since when does the idea of calling home “fill you with creepy
feelings, like centipedes”?
Passing hell because somewhere coats are on sale.
Bees are the sun, Lion Girl. They know suffering.
You could check on the dogs, you know; those old comedies

of misdirection.
I moved my desk into the summer wardrobe,
the one with the haunted wi-fi.
Someone tried to fax
hair to Dad. We’ve strung the house
with network points. Don’t trip.










“because u miss me”

in black
with u
@ A party

i exist &

shining ghostly in that movie ,
your dead flowers ,
the hook of away

“a way” ?

no -
“away” .

we played dominoes
like shapes in a poem
u drew the pentagram on my car
off key








“sleeping beauty wakes and says”

my arms are just arms
the mammoths draw

hey baby :
telecommunication
love-husk

ghost texting
again?