experiment 242: self control

In Thick Grass

Barroom rage is like you 
and so is that apology you gave him 
after storming to the parking lot barking 
of imbalance to not cry.  
 
Well, now. Wide halo  
of full-moon beams 

like a UFO, 

sets us in tall grass on the East River. 

I turn from the skyline and you 
are a stone rabbit crying blood, 
Chrysler-crowned miracle. 

We are wrestling on the landing of some stairs

on the isthmus
or in a white glowing desert,
 
the steam of redwoods,
I am different but you know me
better.

experiment 221: comic sans

Took a diuretic just for this night. 
Knew you were coming over and I’m seeking 
consistent escape. Washed down a laxative with this beer. 
the idea is to void 
perpetually, my darling, 
while you, stoned, wait in the living room. 
Another cocktail, add castor. 

A Delicate Display of Progress Through Construction

 

CA//MA

We will eat mushrooms,
crouch in fear behind sand dunes,
watch the gay world pass.

                —

Ticks cling to dry grass.
I don’t expect to live long—
Summer heats up.

                —

A mouthful of bugs;
try to salsa anyway.
Skirts fly freely— 

                —

You’re in the airport.
He’s dead. Take another shot.
There is no Palm Springs. 

                —

In Simi Valley
flesh machine nearing deathscape.
Did you want monarchs?

                —

Clustered butterflies?
we’re not going to heaven—
sand overtakes road. 

                —

Just call me angel 
before aliens take us.
Seaside condos rise.

 

stitched my shit right up like new 
learned to do that surgery 
without permission yeah I 
could handle that how badly were

you hurt? 
 
bite this bitch down hard 
& scream if you need 
I'm no

     anesthesiologist

ain’t heard nothing you 

couldn’t make it new for me.