light is awesome!
there should be a mind Olympics
imagine my mug
on a Wheaties box
a gold (in) metaphor
which is where
every metaphor should stop
I can do anything
with money
I’ll show you
If you give me the money
I too believe
in rivers
over slogans
define employed
I’m working
on carving
through the earth
my desire-map
is running
out of room
like that guy who grew
a garden of knives
to combat a lack of silver
in nature
there is a name for death
by sadness
but I forget
its name
my memory machine
a cracked lcd screen
uninsured
and damn good at it
I write
to become
historically
alone
mystery is predictable
the army
should do something
about these poetry readings
feel free to read
this left to right
if it helps
I’ll remove
the gimp mask I was going
for an aura thing
put on
the wrestling
I wanna become
more human
this is going to make
for great television
Pimp my Poem
totally cancelled
after no seasons
everything is not
everything either
I’d like to take time
to apologize
to my liver
I’ve been emailing
people I forget
are dead again
how big is the wind
anyway there’s no
way to prove
love exists
unless you believe
the glittered script
of my 8th grade
t-shirt
YES WAY!
trees don’t grow
on money
unless you water
the shit out of it
green with its own
zip code
junk mail & juvenilia
there must be a way
to cash in on this confusion
mine me mutha fuckers
end up on CNN
lost & bewildered
cranes and politicians
standing around
like zombies at a Spelling Bee
a chasm
a you-can’t-get-any-deeper-
than-this kinda shit
must of missed
the signs
who knew there were
outlet stores
for fire and animal innards
I’ll bring back
some otter pelts
for your collection
speaking of which I’m
interested in this
vintage wing
on your Etsy site
angel poaching
ain’t on the books
so I assume it’s kosher
when you walk away
I think the god
who put us here
forgot to punch
holes in the jar
I’d breathe
but I think oxygen
needs me more
that is
more me