florid

woke up at 6:15 scared for my life

cos i was going home and i couldn’t

remember if anyone loved me there

woozboy in the telepathic desert –

many mirages of telepathic deserters

the woman next to me applied

purple lipstick holding it with both

hands like a rat her grown son slept

in the crook of her arm

i saw time standing still on a river bank

a lonely power plant with frozen clouds

solid white attached to the smokestack

it really wasn’t moving or i couldn’t see

i’m watching wax face leaning

over wax face yellow wax face

kissing flaccid death mask

crying tears with an oily sheen

sheen that looks like bird shit

crying bird shit tears down

his big yellow nose into

her mouth          i’m

reading your lips i think

they say “come back” ???

its perfect that you live in this doorway

cos its right outside our doorway

we can come get you so easily

i have to whittle myself into a seed

to fit in this house

all you women who were big with

hairdos are my mother

i feel you snarling in san fransisco

crying like the most frightening thing

because she’s allergic to crying

her throat starts to close and

she chokes on her words the

tendons in her neck jut red

she sounds like a bleating lamb

or a deer with an arrow through its lung

she is small and frightened

with a mother and stunted growth

brethren i have a highly potent

and selective memory

yes i remember playing dead

they can't school you
if you're already dead