Tuesday, December 4, 2012


lately, the princess 
is the one having troubles 
with resignation 

floating in the generation

the knight's eyes are the new kind of small chameleon
so new and life-is-good-green 
to match his shirt 
a summer turf, a Princess, (no pea)

the floating generation:

I used to sell Arnold Palmers
in The Park
I thought about them (too much),
the ratio
bending my chin down towards the plastic cup 
on my apron in my palms
waist, hi 
ice levels of desires 
eyes bending down to yellow
liquid filling/pouring/over
a liquid dilemma of sorts 
feeling the heat of pizza eyes on my face
brain bending 
me melting

all the music in the park blends
with routine and life-is-good-green
dead grass
all the dilemmas became liquid ones
liquid lines of men moving eyeballs

half and half
emergency simple syrup
old oil with  bits/water bottles
water fountains*
puddles for the rats

the rats claimed the chocolate-turtle-turf
life was outside in
in all the rain storms
our medical-baby plastic blanket
weak and holy

we found a rat skeleton 
pizza brain hung on to it 
hung it on a wall inside-
oven melts on
our own patron watch 
our own dough and time

mocking, bending
to get to go home (flies)
mocking, melting 
exactly maple-less
like a skeleton in summer
a boiling point fried
an ending stage right