self absorbed
or eyebrows
smiler-really-no-end-sight-andjawwidened-
ever-so-slightly
or somebody else’s seconds
should-have-been already
winding up our own soul coughs all night
and hasn’t slept in days
my other half is 2xdoubled me or squared
no lips split from exclusive mouth breathing
no contagiousness or “wake up!”
no more glasses, EVER
guilt or knit projecting always
feeling like it’s the end of ending it all minding
your own knees, grinding
or knocked
or are my shoulders
a too moderate climate for your taste?
(quick name ten things that make you happy)
-j us ts oy o uk now
i have not been myself latelymaybe
stressing syllables all wrong, or
writers block.
(bike rides, book exchanges, .)running from everything or
writers block.
(something genuine, alone time,
moments of self-reflection interrupted (
writers block. -
by a pretty face.)
i am a drunk mess,
sidewalker or open letter
to all former lovers or
just one
‘there are a number
of small things, and
being happy is so
important.’
i appreciate all secrets
or 140 characters
windows or
sentimental value
i am kept soft placed at your door and around sharing the most of my
secrets on a lot of pieces of paper
our usual quick truths of broadly enjoyed charm
next term disagreed quiet east-end coffffff ee shop
fififi gured out and waiting for gestural dedication
laughed untrust and sleep in accident
sourced future acknowledge not to
stretch out with you
“asleep mouth”
severe in all
absolute freedom
and chewing nails
at love failure pt. 2
eventually seeks
treatment in similar
sordid experience
bright -2 sun splits
the room in equal
parts and hands in
adoration, the never
trembled once here
proud very feeling in
eventful action i am
there with you most
of the time, discreet
in all poems charming
three days away and
shroud in mystery
as if who is this for
unflflfl inching lover
in courageous bliss
american expressed eyes fififi xed
and i am the smiler wound up
on top of you, resolved to not
do what i ought to and want
suspend talk a fortnight
about rational progression
mumbling heaven’s mercy a nervous
wavering and incomplete still quite
explicit i have misjudged those who
are the nose jammers of our time
as self-great and licking their lips
repeated terribly modest and in
chorus pinning notes to your unable
half and heaving dirty sheets, to-do
list longer cautiously admitted
who has since june ended a sentence
with a heavy “ha!”
no obstacle when quick “good day”
fastened decidedly preferable
and set as clinically kept
your throat too sore and trying
something diffffff erent mouth
shut now mustn’t do anything
worthwhile or revive the praise
from all dead amusing experience
you make
a mess
and you
get the
fuck out
what just disappeared into you?
was it a breeze or a memory? did you
jolt something frightening waking
you every hour, hour fearing your sleep
again you have become so still eyed,
hard, sore- songs you didn’t write at
sixteen intact, hiding cigarette packs
under the living room
couch with a chewing-gum smile
running swift through 24/h news
channel meaning i’m bound to do it
someday explained friendly enough
‘hyper mistook an exclusive trembling
meant only for you.’
a greater
kiss your nose
graphically laid out explanation
the handsome theory of the strange
and sudden self-assured
a quite small ‘sweet pea’ you smile,
only going all the way half the
time midnite raid of complete and total
thoughts thin, and shirts wrinkled from
already worn + devoted to wrapped around
you but good, how to respond except do
not to a suggesting allergic impossibility
post-blues printed and taped up (the door)
embarrassed that it is a good way of dealing
how much of a preparation is needed? comes
in time, surely spotless dinner napkins tossed
from lap to flflfl oor bright girl subscription to
smashing starbucks windows late at night
tall and waxing cursed ideal in all the still
unable sentence stringer, satisfififi ed
easily nihilistic anxiety (hyperbole) nicely
given to choices and cleavage, wasting something
so wall calendar conceived accurately and to
all impressed precision forget and uncanny
imitation and yes, it would be nice every
present habit and shifting accounts for these
success paths past and immersed
unclear who placed these bets
twin doubled crisis navigation
makes a charmingly perfect suffffff ering staying
in the business of having no business living.
(it’s good work if you can get it.)
(and there is no surprise)
a slight a mount
ex citement (quick)
re treating back to
the oldest ha bits of
letting every thing
get to you (or at least your kind of people)
drop-deading wanting and
bike-skid-suicide-mission-back-pack-full-of-glass
down-the-snowiest-hill-at-top-speed-too-late-at-night
there has been a lot of talk recently about who, he
cannot be trusted is mistaken or what isn’t ours.
a fool in doubting is just a boy helping his mother
bring groceries inside from an suv’s backseat:
touching serene fififi ngers wet and running along empty handed
times new irrational fears
the lower back isn’t worried!
or badly included/understood,
grazble however!
does the cord undernoticed along
the point have to be intentional
heart scrambled curiously?
passed by the quick glance described
as thinking of you laughing in bed?
your very removed grace reflflfl ected?
forget the neversmiles or ordered traditional slack
who hasn’t or did want this,
but fififi xed a long ago?
deader falling for years and
composed of the spirits? will
you hide your eggs on New Year’s Day
or the day before? curative time management
labeled with intrigue and underhealing wounds?
the dissolved high account of wire or pleasant english
memorized 16yroldphone numbers and
metered pavement counting stage.
you know all the solved and dazed walkers in love,
neverlinedcrosserundersuresecondguesserofopportunity
you of all, the most
snow waking up morning
vouched personal astonishment
how to go about your day
whisperings on fififi xed devilmaycare
gifts aggressively building pressure
no-things-like-all-each-other-any-more-funny-in-this-supposed
world-of-contributing-factors-how-it-all-works-out-in-the-end
like a kinked hose connected to
a sprinkler gradually wriggling itself
free and suddenly completely full
one held laughing moment was left
with us here in that which we have
sand in our goodbyes, admired
sum of all shelf space is someone
teached in quiet unlike disappointment
different and normal one from peace.
one second or a stop of all existing
truces and i accompany assignment of
a red-churning tonic feeling
practically true
all-but-looked-at-but-giggly-laughed-along
until-the-big-mistaking-of-you
double plus it all for once and ever
all of none trues very than ever it will
be not sure, enough or wet face no thing
left but upset eyes on a liars face.
you, now, the exactly what is the definition of the
type, smiling disaffected no, with too
the pretty one to cry never and short hunting to
satisfy the stop and speak (if not but for one moment) worst
about my thoughts,
“deceiving is expression; heart” pure; but no
other knowledge how to express or import what (desire,
or putting away the months ago)
I know
that you will read this, and you will know that
this is about you and crossing my mind
twentyfivethousandsixhundredandfifififi ftyfifififi vetimes
since my late-walk-wine-black-stained-lips-chapped-cracked
and opened house-length of walked hours (there is
thus a littler thing which I say outside
extremely that I believe inside
and that you are all years worth of time between them)
i am
not so
shrugging
often with
you
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