Memo:

>>>


When I never met you I saw you all grey.
Not mysterious - just boring, pathetically
augmenting your self away. Like an underground
worm deluded itself the sky-bound bee. You
dig high, but ground
vomits you up arbitrarily.
Like an aboveground worm deluded itself a hive-
found bee. Worm, you live on cement for five
minutes, visited just enough times

to gain
notoriety
in the spaces
of my lines.

The Second Most Important Thing.

Smoking Notices

posted on mouth's roof, unscorched,
rather, submissive, to lukewarm noodles.

I like room temperature food.
As a smoker I, well I, before I
made nicotine dessert (and pre-breakfast,
coffee, the drive to school [and back],
too), second only to flavor I
wanted clear indications of hot and
cool. Lavasoup and icy fruit. Texture -
tongue welcomes anything, after
becoming acquainted with sperm - no,
just taste and temp for calories one
needn't suck for -

I de-emphasized degrees after afew
years of - rebellion - smokers notice
flavor less, there are reasons one
cannot become a registered connoisseur. In
order to re-tart strawberries and
de-bland butter I
ran out of room on the kitchen counters
and stored my shampoo in the freezer.

I watched food sit when it should be chilled
or heated waited a few extra minutes to
consume a slice of pizza. I can't have a
competition with flavor and you, temperature
are seeded high. By pushing food to rot it
oxidizes or screams to be used gives up on
preserving and succumbs to the tongue to
the mouth that chews it; the only
exception I make is for sperm.

prayer for forgiveness. (5&2)

oh god i replaced
the clean
to be more like you
and god
i displaced loose things
for love.
common people do
not stop
speaking, oh god i
never
ask why you seized my
fervor
and substituted
textile.
revised commitment
won’t soothe
growing fires i see
as just
static. ecstatic
to be
alive but greeting
some death.

when i turned five years
old, two
demons in the form
of sage
whispered eternal
cycles.
since then all i’ve done
is lie.

together that’s a seven.
sevens
multiply.

School's Out!!!

Chisel-tip bits and fits of bodies pushing each other
over their climactic verges and surges under towers but

he just wants to plant flowers.



(on speed)
absence. absence.
Fluidity in absence trillion.
plastic drawers and metal power.
chilling. chiseling. spinning the ball and empty the filling.
spilling. yielding. measure out liquid and powder the ceiling.






(nonsense. poem. just like the way words sound today)