The overwhelming thought of the day, Any day, Is, . My thoughts dissipate Out into the sandy knolls Beside this speeding train.

What came first, Feeling or tactility — . What came first, The Cracking of the beer keg Or the prospective enjoyment of it.

Sometimes I believe in you, I believe in you to enjoy yourself, The sh** smell of your baby’s diaper Lingering from over where you keep her toy, . The kiddie pool still out in the Yard under dirt and snow, No entropy.    

I sigh, And the ellipse spells out insanity, So I choose where I stack my china plates, And I deflect off Moments of the cloak-en, . While on them I see deeds that They try to hide, The days muting their eyes, Some like knives to burst balloons.

There’s a chance that everyone in the world whom you ever meet Wants you to put on a different impression From the one you do, . If you’ve had a vision of their mortality, The bath they’ll one day meet with dreaded focus Their own light clipped by so many, sonorous.

Where do you go, What do you do, Who do you tell… The fakes, The lonely, . They’ve been Living For centuries and Never seen a thing.

For it is the serial killers who wanted to live most fiercely.

Looking for a face Amidst the orb, . Looking for a shape In the scope of the vortex, . Looking for a personality In the desert Is how you find life.

They say we’re animals that gained intelligence, But I think it’s the other way around — We’re intelligent, Spatial life That gained animalism, The sophistication Of nighttime in a wooded park.

* A rhetoric inspired by an administrator’s callousness to the physical and emotional stakes of domestic American war .. Don’t take away their obstinacy, or English departments are likely to dissolve. I once took a class out in Denver at what was then basically a community college, Metro State, and the class was called something […]