Waiting Room #1
transfixed by me-ness
the uniformity of actualization
“Represent us! Dance our dance!
These here our potholes
Need your attention, now!
You may ignore the other
Not our handicap, nor is
Spread upon our 12-grain bread
Hand us that knife, and be prompt!”
There’s no reason to panic
keep yr heart, bottle
& ball yr fists, now what to do but
explode, uncoil, strike
venom on this child’s tongue
Do not panic, do not
it’s more like a bite
now-then curl up,
let the screaming circulate
none of the smallest will survive.
>i always begin with i
keep off immortalize
slow hands in the dark
red eyes type a mouse
quivering mouth, i don’t
want to begin with, i
what is on your teeth?
where might i go today? i
know how to get there.
the shoes with the weathered stitch
i do not want to immortalize you, i
let the sand swallow you, the sand
must forget you, move on now, to where
yr new black hat round rolling rocks
underfoot whimpering glass from the sea
a nagging, louder, louder louder
second hand, Bach rising from the dark
the senses’ curtain falling into the bay
i crave, i crave, i
crawl, i demand i
immortalize only i