make up your mind make up the bed
test your faith
outside and out loud
smile and drive and
have a nice day fool

outbound crime
how loud you think
i feel
like feeling

i feel ridiculous knowing that this is lies and
it comes off so nice
and readable and
oh my god so profound
the spaces mean so much i love poetry
but this is not

the pain hurts and ekes on veins and cables and subways and pigeons—
have you seen yourself hate and pain is not a verb but i can make it

i can pain
i can language because it verbs

i'm a fly on the wall
fly on the wall
fly on the wall

la fuente
de donde nazco
anonimato
me manifiesto
soy
establezco

tu madera y el asentado de tu colchon
ves al norte y te levantas

fantasma de mi vida
carne
y volumen
te abrazo y te acaricio
te adoro porque eres
y como te vi soy

cadencia de tus pasos
tu voz de voz y manos de manos

la ciudad habla
su cadencia en pasos
el lenguaje antepasado
y lo que digo lo digo

by the end of this poem
i'll have forgotten

the audience is so much more interesting
even if i hate them

just a little

be
become
immediately aware
of S P A C E

to live
on a vein to travel
invisible pump
you plug in yours

crack the purple haze
blue pills that shine
invisible dump
light the light

I once threw up
on a crowded bus

I haven't learned a thing

confession
not used to
they're expecting
how can i
but
so anticlimactic
this is not how it should happen

sit and think
that's all i want to do
and be
the accumulation of all past time
dragging with it the universe

limber up and let loose
meaningless pretty sounds
of itty petty fingertips

whirblings and whorlblings
a sound system
and ambient moods

you trample me upon the trip across fields of letters
tie my feet together and muck the grass on which i hop
you make me want to hurt you and you make me hurt myself