The cabinet thrilled me like rolax, Now I see extremities in fingers. Any more bequeathing of tendrils Daunting and rhapsodical Might Send My vocal chords Strapping, as I pat A Pattern Against her, The social worker’s head.

It took me 46 minutes before I saw something I was interested in.

The crooked limbs roam and rove, I can see them now going over the hill, Wondering, Looking down at themselves, Preparing up Ingredients of self-presentation That are like a song, All light arbitrary.

I still remember the exact moment when I realized that women were taking over the world. It was one of those summers, it was one of those LIVES, when so much happens around you without you noticing it — so many ghosts of the dead lie in droves under footsteps, women work with fair, delicate […]

In this poem, I’m writing directly to my late uncle I can see him now, His eyes Glow at me expectantly, But it’s An assurance too, That Just as Circumstance guides us, As it did the Irish away from the famine in the 1800’s, That with this matches a clean coherence That doesn’t discriminate.

Erroneous is another word for wrong… And people who are wrong initiate motives to stop being wrong. . They’re Called artists, I knew one And she fled to The bus stop with less people, And then took a space ship out of this world.

Sometimes, You know, It seems like such a feat For me to be able to keep my CD case full of my current stuff, . And Then other times, It’s like, yeah, why wouldn’t I be able to do this. . It’s funny when the sands fall, And we’re watching them from our mother’s womb, […]

I’m floating, Sort of like Mr. Probz, And there’s good old aggression again, Because I’ve learned A long time ago that In my town there is no such thing As an agreement.

Sometimes I think that the most joyous occasions for humanity are when they’re finally allowed to take off more clothes in public. And this amounts to a hoarding. Eventually, in this way, you see how there never was a sharing — those who continue to live, live long, prosper, have beautiful, well-off kids, do so […]

It’s over here… ‘Cause I gotta keep an eye on what they’re doin’, There have always been those than me more physically able, But there’s always been a system to things, And I have a way of reflecting things just with my eyes.