window729

  2 pale dusty roses dropping petals on the sill 

 

 no matter 

how I fill the 

  hours waiting 

for me at the 

end of 

the day is 

a bridge to 

nowhere like

did I

  accidentally

see myself 

  to the door?

and I'm 

  terrified

all songs are crazy

allsongsarecrazy “”

song 1

no i can’t find the old you

not even as mine

or in the future when i’m special and smooth 

how the sun will cook me in dusty rectangles

and still

in the lq store 

when i’m dressed clown in the titled mirror

pick my vice,        like a fruit

be done 

song 1b        

and  still

the whole picture with no  footprints     in  the     snow

it’s so miss

1c

slide me as piece 

you as door guy

watch my hand 

take the ticket

dark tn and your door   you’re my door guy

1d

tossing a free lemon to tree level 

staying for the end  lemons 

just on the ground  being done

dream

watching battleships from the shore

babysitting expensive children

the end

staying for the end my friend’s 

new kid 

friend 

told me that whoever is inside me is safe and will emerge informed later when i explained feeling like a shell and craving oysters 

meanwhile in the dugout my visions blur the chainlink i’m happy

song 2

i don’t remember our love but i remember you

no beliefs, no kinks 

dream 2 your house was nestled into the mountain so close to the clouds right where wind was being made                        

1 astronomer says the heavens begin right at ground level so wherever there is ground there is sky

so wherever the earth ends—

song 3

needing the city inside of me/being inside of it isn’t enough 

friend 1 missing from the whole picture   this whole picture 

severed like a heavy cabbage split and left to fall 

if cabbage was more butter

how if rolls and haunts

looking to draw as in draw out or   continue 

you 

as chord progression 

slide me or

turn me as  page  bible thin

thinking sideways or 

how the rearview brings a moment ago into the frame of the moment ahead

see 1a, me as 1b, 1clown in the titled mirror 

it’s like this now   being alive 

in small curls of broken news 

dear 1,

should i just—

i already told everyone

meeting you was like finding 

reality 

perwana writes me layers of nothing

the morning after ice cream at the bar

it’s funny my latest fantasy is swift 

imperceptible even 

see (1c) when you reach for me

on hold  beneath the coin

that’s fatally both but   

heads up

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 a w9 for

"Status Symbol 

Auto Body"

my baby's so vain 

she's almost a mirror

arrows with no target

shackles made of snow

do you want to be 

the ditch around a tower?

there are lots of

different kinds of 

"two kinds of  people 

in this world"

you can suck on the hard candy

of an "always" or a "never"

but I prefer the softness 

of a noun

I almost bought the giant silver

fork and knife at Goodwill

love's not the way 

to treat a friend

there are so many better 

things for you

than to see your feelings sold

as magic lanterns 

to somebody whose body

casts no light