now I have my own desk!

with their permission we
move desks around
to improve the work
space they
stand smirking
arms folded smug
with little snide remarks

when I return
from the warehouse
they’ll be sure
to get a piece
of my mind

just a sliver

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3pm note

dissecting single
words like

waste

purpose

slow

sitting in
front of the
house

sitting
with
words

one balled up
blade of grass
into a bullet
to open up
a hole in you

in another world
experiments
with speed

drive walk run
form crawl roll hop
skate
slow breath
slow cook

a life of deliberate
positive action
no excuses
or ask a friend
for help

bet you can beat
a dent into this
at this age
I don’t wanna
be told what to do
especially
if it’s not relevant
to the actual
project at hand
feeling degraded
there are trains
to jump at
bridges to
dive from

human beings
can really disappoint
one another…

what would _____ do?

a work grind rebegins
a big game
a big facade to
squeeze every last
drop from the stone

what would you do?

this is not what
one would call
“right living”

it’s a challenge of self:
find a place here
worth the living

I get listless
during these
uneventful days…
still I write something
it’s something

people wanna see the
new tattoo

but there isn’t one

sorry

but there’s internal
motion
not always
bringing it out

sit out here
with me and
watch the traffic go by

WINTER: FOR AN UNTENABLE SITUATION

One of my favorite writers, Alan Dugan, puts it down like this:

WINTER: FOR AN UNTENABLE SITUATION

Outside it is cold. Inside,
although the fire has gone out
and all the furniture is burnt,
it is much warmer. Oh let
the white refrigerator car
of day go by in glacial thunder:
when it gets dark, and when the branches of the tree outside
look wet because it is so dark,
oh we will burn the house itself
for warmth, the wet tree too,
you will burn me, I will burn you,
and when the last brick of the fireplace
has been cracked for its nut of warmth
and the last bone cracked for its coal
and the andirons themselves sucked cold,
we will move on!, remembering
the burning house, the burning tree,
the burning you, the burning me,
the ashes, the brick-dust, the bitter iron,
and the tie when we were warm,
and say, “Those were the good old days.”

Lemon Visage

buzzing
on a monologue
it’s easy
to
carry away
on getting
carried away
the photo
of yesterday
yesterday’s
teeth
grinder
in sleep
in trust me’s
everything’s
oh-kay
everything’s
perfect
as
is

so you
can
get bent
out of shape too
just be
mindful of
timing
product placement
mood swings
random unforeseen adjustments
purposeful busy management
red tape danger
blue daggers blue dolphins
scheduling harbingers of death
cultist truth conquests
“we’re loving spiritual”
fabricated scientific pamphlet
with flat smile stylings
to make your hair like that

go like that
timing is right on time
glassy water of eye for lemon visage
your apology when dissected
still means little to nothing
dismissive

don’t look at me
just
listen

The New Awakening

nite your
friends you call
but are Friday
partied spun down
tucked in
collapsed south
oh so
now
you alone
lonely pout

and watch
what’s next
from
you yourself

time gecko passes
chirp late classes
eye stings
in the garlic tofu dish
get that
eye outta there
the chipping chirp
to break the door down
distracts children
from their fireman
get that cat out
of the tree dreams

you don’t
gotta break concentration
to be cool
that shit should
come
naturally

what you grab
grab right
remember
Fright Night?
you wouldn’t

some people
don’t appreciate
the good things
no more

inconsistent
like
deconsistent
decentral ized
demon prize
oh you
black blooded fiend…
what’s this
year’s
color scheme?

some people
don’t
apologize

some people
don’t keep
their eyes
hyponotized

so transcend to
to holy
awakening
glassy
stare through
to
what?
figment of
the imagination?
is your
life’s ambition
the route you take
is only
one route out of MANY
that can
be taken

so transcend

it’s the new awakening
it’s the new awake
it’s the new awakening

The New Awakening

nite your
friends you call
but are Friday
partied spun down
tucked in
collapsed south
oh so
now
you alone
lonely pout

and watch
what’s next
from
you yourself

time gecko passes
chirp late classes
eye stings
in the garlic tofu dish
get that
eye outta there
the chipping chirp
to break the door down
distracts children
from their fireman
get that cat out
of the tree dreams

you don’t
gotta break concentration
to be cool
that shit should
come
naturally

what you grab
grab right
remember
Fright Night?
you wouldn’t

some people
don’t appreciate
the good things
no more

inconsistent
like
deconsistent
decentral ized
demon prize
oh you
black blooded fiend…
what’s this
year’s
color scheme?

some people
don’t
apologize

some people
don’t keep
their eyes
hyponotized

so transcend to
to holy
awakening
glassy
stare through
to
what?
figment of
the imagination?
is your
life’s ambition
the route you take
is only
one route out of MANY
that can
be taken

so transcend

it’s the new awakening
it’s the new awake
it’s the new awakening

every day life
is bizzare so that
10+ years of writing
is not nearly enough
novelists over 50 say
this is prime time
for publishing
while a 21 year old Salinger
kicks out Catcher
and levitates
off the ground

She is
Terra The Terrible
to you…
but so real to me
in a way She
can only be

with me

roaches gladly
accept the Pepsi Challenge
and when the bomb
hits
are still the ones
snickering and
scurrying about

so PETA
pick your battles
a little
more wisely

some have enough
pride for
the rest of

US

who
hardly
have

none

defend my
honor

or
refrain

opt out

no thanks