which omen is it 2
which omen is it
when I’m the last person in line at the open casket
apple 1
a shameless stroll
in some bright white sneaks
a shameless stroll
around my heart
love on the page could look like
a still life
an array
a still bleeding napkin
an apple core
an expensive specialty apple
heavy and waxed
from last year
my newly bad skin
reflected in my coffee
something about fragile love
which omen is it
antibiotics
I’m fine to die but
I didn’t want to die just then
I’m ok to die right now but
I might not want to die later
a chemical imbalance
bound to rattle an organ
organs spread out like pate
and outside I’m always wearing
a bike helmet
it = the belt
a dirty “belt” swaying from the back of a truck
decorated with pro trump dust tags
thinking it could be a good edition to my wardrobe
the traffic lights go all night right
in bed there are empty streets
and I dream a more fucked up version
of a pink belt that I already have
thick and dirty with extra buckles
GH
poetry = the greatest hits of lit
like charms without their chain
Mary 1
it’s April
it’s hot AF
southern California smells like
hot rosemary
rediscovering bicycles and
therefore
feeling like "anarchists"
Mary 2
a poet should know that
not every situation calls for poetry
they need not insert
poetry
into every situation
“ideas” these days ought to be
censored
ask yourself
“does here need an
idea?”
poetry may always be extracted from but
not always injected into
a situation, moment, etc
make a checklist
:/
the business model for intimacy
a trendy idea that we would like
to be greeted and
treated like friends
“hi welcome to CVS”
hi but then I gotta use a robot?
something is missing
how does this work
CVS
people have such a hard time
it breaks my heart
he has the handicap plates,
a 30 rack
and I want to cry
I hope he is loved
