bloody murder isnt (is not) isnt
a word to use with a child
two men in military jackets in a
symmetry of cubes, plastic tubes,
.kill the rubes.
i spend days watching a selection of themes
orange flatlines on a dime
turn up for stupid whines on your breath
the smell of wine on your breath
a twister of twine around your chest
.i was the only witness
you don’t believe me do
here’s the deal, i said on a green wooded floor
it looks like it belongs in
or was stolen from
a van go painting
how about that, go man go
i’ll spend the summer with makeup on my brain
made up in whispers of sweet honey brown gloom
valleys: plastic and marble.
hills are metal
-the graze today is bare.
we never had to learn how to be here
we always learned how to leave.
what you want on your left and
what you need on your right. “That’s
a really good idea!” She would
teddy-bear produce goods, green sisters, march silently among you all
always at the front line, faithfully seated in a fuchsia-lit corner
of the mind.
a great swath of the same thing over and over
filaments of reality blend, bent and woven with
a quite fidgety, nervous starting movement
begins under the blood red stripe
even more grazing
six sides of meaning make a gazebo
the tinted reflection of its shape
pushed by the sun
- the lines
gazebo lines defend themselves
you stand out.
- the wood
nothing is made of wood anymore
a legal way to believe in yourself
illegal pressure and illegal summer
part of the gazebo is not a part at all
how will we feel wind and see shine without empty space
a demonstration for freedom
sit on the resistors before they fly away
if nobody is around to see you cry in the gazebo
it didn’t really happen
your pretty mouth is a flesh capped period piece
relics of an underground religious experience
pushed away by ink and flames
that’s when they killed the black of your heart
what’s it like to breathe with half a lung
near collapse, appreciated like a plane crash
where do you keep your guns asked several children
who was going to teach them after I showed them
white places in our mind and green spaces help
the anxiety of public parks
dominating democracy as I round the sidewalk to get to
a tiny slip of a line polished off as a train track
metal that grows faster than the green below it
the rusted place i used to live
and the lights on those hills
were goddam pretty-
at about 10 pm- before thighs get sore:
you parked far away, troughs
of anticipation in that walk.
the hills where I used to live
let you plan
conversations in a cup
every day is days on end
and every eve a scream
from 9 to 5 we break and bend
then from 9 to 5 we dream.
i ate a whole city on the clouds:
meanwhile, the gongs next to you are elephants.
i would only stay for the elephants.
secondhand sounds of a half black/half chinese girl
i got bleachers. Views from where
you don’t see me. Whatever to you.
that green carpet stings like youth
like those men who are uncles at a young age
the area around your watch has a slight odor
from where your wrist has worn sweat before.
a suit is normal when it’s cold out
and perfect when it’s not.
i ate a whole city on the clouds
and took any name down with it.