hate how
I forget things
about you
you have
sharp teeth
why do
I forget that?
next door
they are
making noise again
noise everywhere
noise of my
breath
but that
is
not what’s
bothering me
kidnapped
tape all over face
faced out
fazed out
you forget
how to talk
worse,
you forget
how to write
words don’t come
dogs jump on
you
wolves jump
on you and kill you
you could ask for more
you don’t know
what to ask for
you ask for
better microwave popcorn
put in a request for
you don’t
organize your life any more
it’s chaotic, panicked
over
your mind is
something else
that is
not you
it is a pendulum
of your own sins
the swinging
ax blade
blood drawn
at your stomach
this is not music
to cheer up to
the greeting card
section is
over there
my section
is a small box
now leave me
the hell alone
no noise this
time around
one small thing
I know to ask for
no noise in this
place so I can
seek focus
elevate the
mental picture
purely
a movement
human alive
animal stalking
anticipation
unknown object
creates
unconscious state
comatose
journal is the sacred space
to hell with full English
leave me
leave me alone
I’m frozen in this
after work
I know enough
to work for myself
you have disappointment
I can’t believe
the amount of poison
flowing through you
death slowly
your pathetic organic car crash
your body
you eat
strictly pieces of
other bodies
strictly bomb shelter food
food dropped out of
crop dusters
promotional packages
balk yes at young bits
paper clipped
while flagging yourself
to death
falling asleep on
the road
everything in
front of your eyes
is a distraction
is blurry
is a part of something
flashing
you would kill to find
this kind of dedication
you kill yourself
the coward’s path
the shut off path
nature
nothing
makes it through to you
moth flies around in
the lampshade funnel
august painted shut windows
gushing water from ceiling
man with his bedtime clothes
the folded stack in his
upturned hands
like a baby
“this is what I have to offer.”
“tell him not to take things
so seriously,”
they say
he writes back
“is it possible that I don’t?”
they don’t know
“I think hard about it. sometimes
I’m like you, I’m laughing.”
but it’s a different laugh
all of it is different
he has become
the elder
the one in history
the wiser
the character
ten comic books worth
of something
you can pass on
to your generations.
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