Teachers eat at Subway. Sitting silent, but noticing everything, looking out the window, knowing exactly where to look, and where not to, waiting. Waiting for the nectar to secrete from the family ahead of me, and the mom gives me a smile, as I throw my tray away, and the sun wanes ever more slowly. […]

The air was moist, with colors of the nighttime getting set, in the late winter evening sky. I’d just returned home from a day of errand running, checked the mail, caught glance of the Santa rug still on the porch from Christmas, and once again, walked inside, feeling empty. Then I thought, damn, I better […]

I look up on the bright pages, And they’re all mine, In the phone book, Lavish . Pages of yellow And orange, Like daphodills screaming Of 999 years back all Decadent reflection.

I just heard it asked, Would you rather be a thermometer or a thermostat in a social situation, a thermometer gauges the temperature and a thermostat sets it. I thought about it, and then remembered that I despise social situations in the first place. Socializing should obviate energy, cathexis and metamorphosis, but the term “situation” […]

I am composed of visions, Stringed Back to a magistrate And called home whereupon I’d Leave my bodily form, . So in instances of faculties Being summoned to a pinnacle, Beaches of intensity and Quagmires of humid lust, . There’s a certain color That stays me, A searer.

The school has played mate with me, And now it’s playing dead, It’s part of its rules of sophistication, . The hallways are bare, Classrooms all but boarded up, . And under miles of frozen clouds One more dust mite Collects by the curb, Any curb . And I Stand here noticing, Glancing, To uncover […]

When life is weird for others around you, but you don’t feel it, it makes you have weird dreams. Well, life is weird for other around me, and I had weird dreams. I dreamed I was moved to Indiana when I was six, from a happy place. The total lack of movability on these big […]

In music, I exist as a circle, Not as a knife, fighting, . And if life begs of me activity, But denounces me for too much, And there’s no respite under the peach tree, . Then when dinner comes, That will be looking into the eyes, That will be the end of disarmament, The shapeless […]

Alone, I’ve forgotten Of . Whatever anyway, As people refuse my presence. . It’s my attempt to re-mend, I’m Like a doll with patches, Walking A dog that isn’t there Down . The street In Front of the Platoon of houses.

She Gives me The change from the bus stop Until it leaves my head, . Life Existing As A dancefloor With many hobgoblins Not dressed but wearing.