it all meant something 5 minutes ago
when he was here
and in an accent i can't recognize he started on about
art
and how it transcends everything

oh well
they went to their party

a parade around my desk
surrounded by stranger ghosts
all in colors and all done

i can language

it's like only scenes come and then those some
i can coax myself to meaning

breathe words in and out of wounds
shake the fist off of sweat from that weight

mental fringes and horizons on tracks
a worm takes me where pigeons chase
still

where the water’s clay-muddy pumped
beads on squints
down glossy matted gray

cracking purple caskets
roots glossy gray guts

hard glossy casket pills

maybe broken all the pieces fall
flailing forces of adhesion

gray tones
urban birds squint muddy red

don't ever live me alone
enjoying momentum

flies gush off muddy slits

not since all the alone came in as far
it was all skin and touch and over the corpses rose
Babel

prose is inaccessible and verse is just plain insane
the damn rhythm makes all this straight seem noise and you KNOW the beat tells you to
look

maybe broken all the peaces fall
flailing forces of adhesion pushing for cohesion

I had a dream I was swimming on my back, transporting a dolphin on my hands, sucking on it like a lollipop. The sky kept shifting from purple to deep blue. And I was dry and fully dressed.

so nobody rambles
not out loud and never outside
only the crazies do it

never the rest of us
who have an opinion
but nothing to say

i'd give anything
to be the one to say something
and mean it

en el metro

me vengo a mí mismo
en la presencia de otros

la pantalla de un solo lado
con la proyeccion mía
de anonimato público

hasta que la de las flores se sienta
y again el espacio público que yo sought
es usurpado

privado
bajo reglas justas y expectativas habidas
no me inspiro rencor

y el "espero no haberlos ofendido"
de mis recursos escapistas
manifestando silencios

con mis pretensiones a un espacio vacío,
invadiendo nuestro espacio privado,
con mi yo
y sin permiso

malditos sean ellos y el amor que me tienen
que no me deja espacio para
mi
conmigo
y mi yo

no aloneness
wound

breathing short
sour

woken up
half a sleep

angry

"what a petty
"such a shallow

but i want to be
and not expect

a woman sits smoking
on a ledge
under an awning
in the rain
she leans and breathes
in and
out

for a moment of
unterror and undeath
unproblematic and unerratic