top dog

to compulsive mastication of rectangles,
to constitution of two halves harmful,

away away away away !

b lucid

I am joining the french army!

or doing something else,

to be uncomfortable for a summer

His hair and body became dirty and long

and it probably meaning bad after his

time in his small cell.

THE EMPRESS

(The Empress)

GET WELL AT THE CONGRESS HOTEL

GET WELL AT THE CONGRESS HOTEL

GET WELL AT THE CONGRESS HOTEL

crawling to be dirt on hot earth

flying to be dust in hot air

to be whores homes horses chores 

and playing plain games

d.m.d.m.d

buffalo wings and a half house 
the beginning of the second half of knowing you 
dinner from the freezer in the room where i screamed at little brother
you were gone and he was really little and i have never been more sorry for anything else
the beginning of this second half of knowing you i was learning how to be angry
little brother was hugging his knees to his chest in the far corner diagonal the freezer
little brother was wet in the face and i was too but he was silent and i knew it was wrong
i was distracting myself with my heart beat and the 2 in 1 washer-dryer 
every room in the half house was a multi-purpose


match.com had been left on the screen dimming the next room with a steady artificial glow
the middle room with the file cabinets and dining table and the armoire 
the only decoration was an art.com painting and a clipping from the new yorker
the clipping was a sketch of a man from behind sitting on some front steps 
you probably thought it looked like you because it kind of did  
and those small italicized words beneath the man expectant and illegible from a distance
said something very anti-climactic like "starting over" and those words and that sketch
always made me angry and that clipping very well may have been the reason 
I cornered little brother and I have never been more sorry for anything else


match.com kept glowing and you were gone and you were busted


i had a metal bunk bed in my closet-sized room so my friends could still sleep over
i had a metal bunk bed and i remember very well the smell of that room like fresh ikea
that never grew up forever temporary and waxy wooden floors with waves that made things roll 
chunky drips of white paint and a brand new area rug that was really a welcome mat with tape on the bottom 
my entire room was my bed
I had two squiggly-cut full length mirrors that were always balancing on the wooden waves and they fit
right into one another and i thought that was the greatest thing reflecting all of my book fair posters
giving me four more fake feet
i had a metal bunk bed so my friends could still sleep over and your room was right next to mine 
and our walls were very thin because sometimes i could hear you snore and all the time 
i could smell the smoke from the family of six who lived in the other half of the house


one night my friend was sleeping over and we were learning how to get angry and get satisfied and
one time at her house i punched her in the head and it might have been because of that clipping but
when she was at my house we were on the bottom half of my bed together and i had these stars
blue plastic half stars the size of match.com 
they were mounted over little light bulbs with sticky velcro
in the hallowed plastic star shells were small round holes and when the big light was off in my closet-room 
there were small round lights all on the walls and i was proud of those stars


i remember concentrating hard on my heart facing the door that never quite shut
concentrating hard on my breathing my friend put my hand in her shirt and she was bossy and i was proud and 
you were snoring and the mob was smoking
i remember both us of being bossy at once and i was still concentrating on my heart 
she felt the beat get fast and she put my hand in her pants and the room got darker and the stars got brighter and 
I thought about the well in my backyard and the house at the dead end with the cameras and the intercom and the stone lions and the fact that the dead end sign was balancing like my mirrors on the gate to the cemetery I thought about buffalo wings and pop-tarts and match.com alone in the middle room and the leather couch that stuck out and your sweat pants and wrinkles and curly shoe laces and piles of papers and piles of cookbooks and piles of bikes all doing justice to the multi-purpose function of the room i only walked through in my cleats to the freezer to the 2 in 1 washer-dryer between games and I thought about the white-haired men and the middle ages and florida and sheba and then the size of my room made me angry and I got scared of my friend and made her climb the ladder and I kept smelling smoke 


like the snores kept steady

violetettes

when i said i was thinking about that night

i really meant i was feeling about that night

feeling how it was a boat on that bed

after kissing in the crow’s nest

and spitting up seawater overboard

flat on our backs and filled with salt

spouting drunk as bottlenosed dolphins

how now i can’t stop feeling about water     

and you??? you’re water and gold

i’m rereading omens and rewriting omens

did you get dressed up for a Sleaze Ball in

your parallel place? did you fall in love

with everyone older bigger bolder and on

mdma am i dreaming dreamed dreamed

i met your padre who kissed my burnt hand

i thought it was you grown old and i worried

and squirmed but i had fallen asleep feeling

your gold is 
so good

to be a girl is

this important?

do you know how it is walking by the road where

the cars pass you being swallowed by ivy around

your ankles being small dying to yowl a something

that makes the most sense to sing imagining more

mystery than there is under the bridge at the river

imagining more mystery or is it just enough with a  

beautiful beer can winking at you on the river bank

and a young hispanic couple getting their exercise

together in the distance no one can see you now

singing to yourself and being small with river sand

soberly under your sneakers empty handed

blues past

fat phantoms wading

in the pool at night 

exorcise them all

phantoms floating 

plastic clams heavy

the shells fried empty

delivered by the phantoms

sun stuck in water

the pool at night is tired

poetry is dead

http://watermcbeer.org/news.html

in the future

here on these water skis

tentative as a decorticated cat

just picture turquoise water

palm trees of course

and anything else you like

do i like water??

knowing so little

about how to go in

this condition but just

a rolling in the waves

any waves

seems you do

know some about

water skiing mm

wanner teach me?

decorticated cats

climb out the basement

saying-

ITS ALL RECTANGLES

STILL ALL RECTANGLES

WOOPS ALL SQUARES AND RECTANGLES

WAKE UP THERE ARE FLOWERS IN YOUR COFFEE

THAT YOU’VE HAD IN IT ALL ALONG

I WANT TO SMELL THEM

AND I’M GOING TO PULL IT OFF

AND I KNOW WE TALKED ABOUT IT

AND YOU SAID YOU DID

BUT I NEED TO KNOW

AND I BUT I AND

BUT AND BUT I FEEL

FEEL BUT DID AND DID

WANT TO DID THERE BUT

DID AND BUT I WANT

YOU SO SMALL SO FAR

ME SO YOUNG SO NEW

LIGHTS STRUNG UP AROUND THE BAR

AROUND THE STREETS

AROUND THE LAKE

AROUND YOUR HEAD

NOW THAT I AM OUT OF DOORS

WIND BLOWING AROUND THE STREETS

BLEW ME OVER HERE

GOT ME DUSTY FUR

SCABBY EARS

WANTING TO HEAR YOU

ANY WAVES

LEARNING WELL

TO ECHOLOCATE

LEARNING WELL TO CARRY 

SWEETS IN MY POCKETS

bet midrash II

the prince of egypt goes to nova scotia
and eats a bagel inspired salad
he kisses kitties in his angel pants
bad b- i mean bad girl he said
he was in nova scotia
where the fish are pink
and the princesses have peas
the prince of egypt goes to his friend's house
and eats pickled sugar cubes
he kisses gin bottles and cobwebs
bad boys run girls
he was in a dust storm
where the economy cries
and eyeballs fall out
the prince of egypt goes to the market
and eats nothing but his words
he licks the vender inspired assholes
it is hard to be a bad girl
he was standing on some melons
where storm dust turned pink
and the first born rose gray
the prince of egypt comes to america

_-_O_-_

please don't barf on me