Sadder Days

As I write in the children's section of the Pasadena City Library, the weight of their world presses against mine, introducing a desired levity. I discover we are alike and together we travel so that the odd ideas of society do not silence the whisperings in our hearts.

The Face: A Short Love Story

The loveboat arrives to pick out the lovers off the face of the earth. The tear the eye on the face of the earth sets free is the precise thrust required to push them forth. Everything else is onward.

Blossom (Caribou)

My body

my soul is the sea

endless

birds

float

above me

roll over

see myself walking

with fear

look down again

realizing

it isn't my reality

a bird

falls

on the floor

and i'm really

really

confused

roast bird for supper

jug of wine

feeling spectacular

take a dip

inside the ocean

a shooting star

a cosmic knife

drifting aimlessly

leaping carelessly

living lovably

listening wildly

the soothing swelling of the sea

i am a savage caw

my body

my soul is the sea

endless

birds

float

above me.

When I Think of Rainbows

I hand her my hand, my throbbing little heart, my soul and my life, I look at her as a beggar would—gimme love, gimme touch, gimme warmth, gimme purpose—and I pluck out my eyeballs, I sip my coffee and I look (just look without any touching) at the crows outside her window. And my feet are cold, but I know she will not warm them, so I smile, and my time is slow. It ceases and I reach out to break the toes off my feet. (It is winter). Mr Snowman. Snowflakes. And I think evil thoughts like sunlight and I want to kill him. My feet hurt. My body hurts. I look away from the window.

The Search for Atonement

II. The Art of Rejuvenation

The last thing I did before going to the toilet was cut off my dick and stick a banana in my anus. Experiencing the most excruciating pain I vomited all over the mirror before reaching the toilet. The colorful vomit was like a drawing I did of myself in kindergarten—so innocent and pure.

I. Insomnia

I woke up at three in the morning depressed, wrote a poem, lit a candle, took a leak, shaved, smoked a few cigarettes and laid down and stared recklessly into oblivion.

Drab Words

Drab words dribble down my mouth like driblets onto paper into indelible thoughts and as they fall I become my own deity.

Drab words:

A housefly hums middle octave, key of F.

Race is the canvas of impression.

A heliotrope turns toward the sun.

Formal is normal.

Deepest

Go deep, fuck, lose, converge, purge, break, sweat tears rich with love, burn mother fucker burn, climb mother fucker climb, span the entire mountain range, cut the mountaintop if it doesn't please you, cut your throat, sing songs, burn, shed tears of joy, burn, rise, ember, speak your mind, slice your heart, make a wish, smile and fade out.