Found from long ago: "V"

--worry for a disappearing sugar cube,
l'absinthe, green and slow, takes syrup through slotted spoon.
Anise, fennel, strong pulls
"Oh, the smell, enjoy the smell;
strong pulls
will do you well,
fervent, disfigured
the strong pulls" you implore.

Fear, ice fountain
crystals like dandruff
"dissolve,"

A parting gift,
match to grit--

I am cloud//I am inside.
firm with receiver--
We could grow plants in air!

Regrets

life of no regrets noble to nature--
what you stole from your friends,
admitting at least the lies, and to yourself--

//selfies fall through your narrative;
enablers, your well-wishers, steer you farther from truth.
The privilege to live with no regrets,
white man, unlearned narcisist, sociopaths don't learn,

but we listen, and in all this 'unfairness,'
(the word you taught us)
it's the only thing we have
that you cannot afford,
white, digital, oilman.

Pollution

My fingers these past weeks have smelled like burning hair/metal. Why?

Tonight I'm going to sleep in fear & frustration, anxious over deaf heads packed with cotton, who confuse bravery with obstinance. I am an onion skin pulled by a dull knife through deepening layers that fall apart when sliced. My face slides across the computer screen, I feel its human warmth & my open eyes see you're a feed. The split hair of a country gone capital-digital, impossibly individual. I wanted to text you about this but it's too late. I wanted to call the pastor who studies evil. I wanted to connect to someone real like talk to my dad, to get those pics from some hookup, to just have a mind cradled in a deliberate body to hold & understand my intention. Tonight I need a communication free of persuasion or fear. The root of all evil is fear. The root of all fear is unknown, and those who refuse to know. 

it's

more dealing with how to be this drunk than real things.
Booze lets you embrace the grey space without denying yr polarity. 

"I am so glad I can be your front porch"

You said
you
like

to look out,
over your
garden
and watch the
cars


pass.

Some
of you
was still
in the bowl.
I

used
it as well
and sent us
down pipes together.

Perception Management

how do we handle
reality?

underchin angle
of camera phone,

the face folds
into itself.