small notes pt. 2

soon c. will be off
on another trip and
I will be alone with the
cats I’ll try to make
the best of my time but
can already feel things
getting lonelier
the sun is
bright my soup
is gone
emptied from
washed out
cup at the sink
and cleaned off
spoon rinsed
under running water
scanning drawings
for a friend I
go to school with I
have yet to buy
books for the new
semester at home
watching Angels in America
the first hour (1985) I think
they should do a movie
based on the ideas of 1984
another of Brave New World
and then some of my ideas
my shit would be a mix of
totalitarianism, world collapse,
alien abductions, earth quakes,
landslides, and mothers
spending their last dollars
at Atlantic City licking their
fingers to turn each page
baby boomers mass exit
mass consumers
aluminum foil in a microwave I
realize this this is my
motherfuckin’ movie motherfucker
this poem this jet ski this vibrating chair
for you to make your drug deal on
this handicapped parking space
utilitarian methods projected
into fan blades and you
sucking in helium and talking funny I
run to the corner and grab the
balloons off the house for sale sign bring
them back to the living room we record
tripped out voices while playing piano for
the answering machine