9 cloud 9s

the snow makes 
the city into a
house where you 
kick things and it's  
kind but also cruel 
you lay down to make
an angel in a spot
that will be grease
black slush tomorrow 
and buddha watches 
through the gate
over the storefront
translucent purple 
and green trash 
bags standing 
dusted with sugar 
and harmless like 
stuffed props or 
plants in the snow 
so beautiful but not 
to enjoy right now 
because tonight is 
like a gut

i want buddha's glowing 
cheeks in our soul




i'm looking at all the
things you've given
me over the years

it is like shining 
oil spill porcelain years
and years

like nine cloud nines

Papi

bright gray sunday Frag

"you can come in if you want"

she said to me smiling in the bright white sunday morning sun outside the church which is next door to our house which has the same gray stucco as our house

which has flickering windows at night flickering to a quiet alarm deep inside deep in the middle of somewhere deep inside in the middle of the gray

such sweet smiling

she looked freshly born in black and perfectly groomed to shine in the sunday white like a healthy morning ball rolling gliding into the gleaming gallery of god

and the bright white

was this healthy way 

to remember me

the rosebuds are everywhere rosebuds love the church and rosebuds love me too which is subtly stunning every five seconds it is brighter and whiter but farther

"still waters run deep" 

she said to me doing something still and "a crazy wave is a crazy wave" 

he said to me still doing something and I got grayer

the holy morning ball kept rolling me out and up and this buzz was down and my ankles were being eaten aloud by remote controlling boys and all i could do was point

i could hardly hear my soul through the phone

geist

they sit parallel

and swivel their necks

for kisses one at a time

like charging a cell phone

i think about self similarity

and how 52 hours turned 2

the chillest smoothest ride

angel food, white chocolate-- 

sleep in my lap

nurse

in the ice chest

empty trees make veins

extending from this 
dome of school

mute student 

body breathing

wild horses wild life 

ride it on, baby

fragments

namaste

We Love 2013

     

mom dad and god

in 20 years they told me the dentist is bad

keep your teeth clean but never wash your baby

one of us sees all the leaves from the driver’s seat

the other was feeling this place is another world

this world is another life this life is a dream

dreams must be truly must are real

floating in the lap

like always ½

always 50

after dinner my hands to my eyes

still smell like the blue gloves

the hi genesis was pregnant

she went and sat in the lunch room

the lights were off in there

she put her hand on her stomach and 

breathed deeply

in the dream its all light

like a tincture

like a papier-mâché head on the pillow

Hi, Genesis

hi

the different wings of the mansion

it was all dark and turning lights on

spotlights red patterns on pink walls

reflections in gold glass

sharp heart and dagger

everything is cringe and enamel

tongue biting warm angel

does whatever she wants

why did i not do my homework

,,,,…why did i not do my homework

the warmth authorities of new york 

mineral spirits

in the back closet all the eggs hatched 
desert rodents mice rats chickens rams all white
baby ram with extra sharp fresh horns 
held me in a facelock from behind
squeezing all the babies to my ribs
trying to keep them contained 
so many animals in there lately

i've swarmed me
imagining cells go freak evil 

dividing
the sick you get for anxiety
and for wanting it

but all thats mandelbrotten  
congeals into murk
and rises to the surface 
to be scraped away

smooth and silky magic 
i'm ready to make you

MAPLE SHADE

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

melting

in all the rain storms

bending 

our medical-baby plastic blanket
weak and holy

routine/water/dilemma 

we found a rat skeleton 

pizza brain hung on to it 

hung it on a wall inside-

eyeballs-out

oven melts on

our own patron watch 

our own dough and time

mocking, bending

to get to go home (flies)

mocking, melting 

life-is-good-green

exactly maple-less

like a skeleton in summer

a boiling point fried

an ending stage right