The Poem That Never Was

Well now
S'been quite a long while
I'm sick and broke and kind of pissed off, so I thought I might try and crank something out
Seven hundred people and everything sounded under water
I should be in bed fer chrissakes
Unobtainable women and food
Sworn at by some stranger
"Whaddya mean you don't know Dale?
That's absurd.
They're asking to be touched.
Dale always lets us touch.
I don't have to stand here and take this from you.
I can drink where I like.
Dale always lets me.
You should be ashamed of yourself, a public figure.
I have to watch everyone.
Please, oh for god's sake please stop touching those!
Needed and resented all at once
And the drinks walk past.

Caught Off Guard

It's a job of eating scraps and being complained to
It's a job of waiting waiting waiting
Discomfort and being misunderstood
It's a job where you wish you were on the other side of the fence
but you want to burn the fence down all the same
It's more money but it's never enough
A job
A job where your mistakes are noticed immediately
And your good works are nigh invisible
A job of moving in circles with no appreciable results
For rent, for drink
Futureless
Where the time's so slow but you feel it ripping by

Jessiah

find a bench

wolf down this loaded frank

scratch your stubbly throat

brush the feathers out of your hair

wear bright orange jackets

that are far too warm for this weather

embrace being misunderstood

the talking ham and star horse are my favourites

drink the mineral laden water and avoid the

Federal Investigation Bureau

Welling

If I have to swallow all of this I want something to wash it down with

wallow in all of this

Clarity from the pit

I witness dawn's early lightning and the errant sparks from the fire.

I hear birds when everyone else is sleeping.

Listening for all of these.

Out in the flatlands where no one heres.

no one's hear

Early mourning sounds

grounds

For dismissal.

I was this missed.

dis missile

This missive was a projectile

Summery summary projection

Out in the woulds I wood have

Shambled through leafless backGrounds

Breathe Water

Slide below surface
Open up
Tricklespill winding through passage
Reflecting constellations
Exahaling parachutes in reverse
Climb down the weeds
Moonlight further away
Roll over
Roll back
Comes back higher pitched
Slide across bottom
Picking up speed
Trail bubbles
Clouds of floating dust

I Cry Artificial Tears

And I don't mean this in a metaphorical sense
I'm talking hydroxypropylmethylcellulose
0.3%
It's not as though I can't cry
Just costs me $15 a week
I'll pay this to delay the inevitable deterioration of my vision
'The fuck is Dextran 70?
Less chemically similar to the name brand
Ah, well.
It's cooling.
You'll appreciate every last little thing you see
Or I do, at least

Crawl

I've been viewing things at a late night slant

Evening

Even in the afternoon

We're separate, you and I.

As I try to comprehend the eyebrow arches

Please, please don't detract from this release

I'll tuck you in

When strangers go to bed not realizing

What they've done

These sweet hesitations

Red faced males all up on their adversaries

Contained explosions

On the whirling eve of their involuntary decision

Let me write

Look

Sea

See people walking around asleep

We'll crack whips

And spin

Appearing not to read facial expressions

From two tables over

Or three

Depletion of electronic emperor's clothes

Restraint

And if you're unaware of the need for restraint

Eating anything in the cold

I record and filter these experiences

Opus deletion

The lurkers read

There's this, also

Gathering clouds

Thunderflashes

Pouring summer cold

Whether rapport

Okay, weather report

Incomprehensible rolling cartilidge

Trembling choirs

I keep up on this

As you roll over in bed

Writing with my eyes closed