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> i’m  i’m  i’m i’mi’m i’m sure you’re tryingor have triedso much depends on tense (you were or are) But, i’m  i’m  i’m i’mi’m i’m simply sifting sand for salt, a shakerful of  scope sweetens the pie (you were or are) But, i’m  i’m  i’m i’mi’m i’m too full to floss s … e ……

>You arrive like a brittle breeze at the dongan hills train stationWeighing 225, working scratch-off ticket No. 1Head bowed in your chest, producingA spare pack of chins, greasy gables of silver meshA taupe dress shirt, with a taupe collar. Where did you comeFrom? On the floor beside you, a wheel to aid & assistIn the…

>When you say ‘heavy,’ Davidyou don’t mean possessing great weight, though you do speakof gravity. The noisy birdsflung from the tree’s branch I have only one psychological deficit& provided I solve it, like a soldierwho slavishly cleans his rifle, I willlove my wife, plant & lovingly carefor annual flowers,save enough money to dig a holefor…

>as the fat cat, tastyfish & cold cracked mountainrears on his bulbous ball jointbelly, rakes his soft clawless pawsahead ears, abreast eyes he laughs, blind. As blindness is the sun’stemporary gift. Noah is proud, yet does notconsider himself prideful nor hubristic.Once upon a sill, overhearing a lesson on Hamlet.

>”there are many romantic things: noble, spontaneous, swayingly effete yet sober, romantic things that i just ADORE in principle. listen. i’ve been down there. up there. whatever. i feel like i’ve had romance with the syncopation of a hi-hat, but you know, i know. i’m playing make believe. i’m only imagining how someone… someone with…

>i dont know much about communismits red invocations, as cannon firethe freckled innocence running amokon a sweltering early summer afternoon trying to learnabout something unrelated, unwillinglytied to the aforementioned, conceptbelief, idiosyncratic blaze, i place my clover my finger, a thumb, over her militiristic headwear & when i releaseturning the page, something is newunexpected, as in…

>15 seconds of touching deconstructsBeyond immunity since contracting pubertyFive… ten… fifteen… Chemical leaks and a nicotine patchFalling through the screw, always youFive… ten… fifteen… Quietly castrated mirrors crash my lakeCarves atop dreaming, winter air like a fateFive… ten… fifteen…

>sharp shovel stingon a sun beat handoutlined cross, a burial moundthe dirt puckers, risesas if someone were pushing upfrom a slammed down palm. i amrushing home to you curledweakly or coiled, licking yr teethon our couch, but either wayany way, you are lovedinsanely: Preciously burnt, your ear warmagainst my chest, lub dub, a-lub dub, lub…

>Opportunity comes a dozen times a yearMix the sperm, the just-right egg, bakeThen paint on the makeup: Light rougeCoverup, eye shadow. Dig a man-high hole. Yesterday morning i locked a sun-lit swushing, algae-eaten stare in a mason’s jar.

>what bucks you about the rules? do not shout at women shout at mensuck yr fingers in public placesexpose yr toes to the city the grey sandwhichbe evil or mean(though you will be compelled towardHim constantly. stayaway, stare into the sun, beinnocent of Nothing never.)chew gum til the flavor fades swallow.