I'M HAVING A HARD TIME ADAPTING TO A WORLD IN WHICH SENTENCES EXIST.

Both death and sex take the subject out of time. Nothing exists until it is observed by a meaning sensitive observer.

I never had a place I could call home that meant more than a key to a house, apartment, or hotel room.

(Perhaps my home is the Dream City)

 

On metal monkey bars

Protect the warm red of these cold bars in a brown outsider to society’s forgotten

 

Oed und leer das Meer

 

The broken call a lilly on your left ear

  The crashing of our cave.

 

It’s time [more precisely, moments] like this when people need a god – and when they realize it does not exist.

(This is my obituary)

 

She claims Chili peppers

        Are within her

   Define her spirit

 

The fragility of the flower

 Unbruised

  Penetrates space

 

Give me a line to start it off –

Red shorts boy pushes his thumbs

                  Against his nose

 Like his bronze body against spandex

 

“I’m plenty hungry”

The blackboard is supple

And ripe

Serves as excellent good

Nutrition. Try it. You might

Like it.

Like

      Floating away in hot-air balloons

 

Where do you

     Find strength?