One-track mind
Chewing gum is more
problematic than it might seem:
what if I need to walk, or juggle
flaming batons, or perform
open heart surgery? Most people
should not be allowed to drive
while chewing gum.
Chewing gum is more
problematic than it might seem:
what if I need to walk, or juggle
flaming batons, or perform
open heart surgery? Most people
should not be allowed to drive
while chewing gum.
Poem 1, June 1
The last dream I had
My red haired father was in it.
My red haired brother was in it.
My oldest, red haired sister was in it.
My athletic, red haired sister was in it.
My black haired mother was in it.
What a joyful reunion we had in it
that dark night in Hilltop Cemetery.
INVENTORY, NEW HOME
Power Authority II Outlet Protector
HP Monitor
Custom-built gaming computer circa 2007
OLEVIA television set, bad HDMI outlet placement
Ghirardelli chocolates, caramel, large bag
Six pack Ale-8
The Autobiography of Red
Red Doc<
The Beauty of the Husband
Plainwater
Glass, Irony, and God
Ava, signed by Carole Maso
Moby-Dick I didn’t finish reading for my first literature class in college
Wine bottle opener, bent / broken by Courtney on our first date
Empty post-it note pile
Culturally inappropriate Buddha mini-statue
Flower painting from my dead grandmother
Flower painting from my alive grandmother
Flower painting from Morehead Goodwill
Flower painting from Mount Sterling Goodwill
Xbox One with Dark Souls 3 inside of it
3 Cacti that Courtney let me have after I moved out of our apartment
Bernie Sanders coffee mug
Honey, I Blew Up The Kids VHS
17 Baseball Caps
My Backpack, contained: laptop, clothes, wires
Pile of towels, some of mine & some of Courtney’s
A red / brown voodoo doll found at a yard sale circa 2007 for .50
Mucinex PM
28pk DeerPark Water
Closet, many clothes
iPhone, two missed texts
Window, open, leads to the roof
MISSING, NEED REPLACED:
Pentagram in Braille, rough patch, the name of Joseph Mary hidden in the face of a Reptile King hissing triangle prisms into Lexington’s bright night sky while we drink on my roof top because (hiss hiss) if the world ends it will be while Mercury is still retrograding but can you pass the gatorade I’m still a sick little kid can’t drink stuff straight maybe the demons will rise from the gravel parking lot graves we dug today for fun / did you hear about the gorilla? fuck the Gorillaz No the gorilla that got shot. I hate the Gorillaz. El Mañana. Or did you mean “El Mañana.” / when tomorrow Gemini rises maybe I’ll fly to the sun like Geryon but Lexington’s only volcanoes are in middle school science fairs for participation ribbons and I remember mamaw patting me on the back even though I made my Uncle finish my middle school science fair project, The Effects of Magnetization On Iron Shavings. magnets like the ones on the poles of this planet that send the mole men up to the surface when Mercury is purple gatorade or spinning out of orbit towards The Blackness Of The Whale Of It All, Ya’ll / purple gatorade I let spill off the side of the roof towards the cars and graveyards and im cackling like a looney toon animal while you pull me back onto the flat part at the top of the slope telling me not to die because if I die you don’t want to go back to dating dudes named Josh with shits-for-brains and I don’t think a three letter difference means a lot / hey where did the retrograde go. on the cars. / my head cocked back on the roof towards the hospital and my hands groping for pentagrams on shingles while you sleep during this Very Important Astrological Event. upside down, the Chandler hospital room window where my great mamaw bled to death looks like it is floating above The Moon & Mercury.
A fisherman rescued Inky
from the bottom of a crayfish pot.
Scarred from living on the reef,
he found a home
in the New Zealand National Aquarium
where he ate cuttlefish
and enjoyed his own following.
One night, however,
noting the lid to his aquarium was ajar,
Inky wondered “what if?”
He crawled down the side of the tank, slid
across the floor, slipped
into a pipe, and
swam out to the sea.
Neither created nor destroyed
A conservation through conversion
As if to say: Like the essence of ouroboros
An equation of eternal recurrence
Mapping the surrounding symmetry
Unveiling the isomorphic structure
The search for Alpha and Omega
Exposes the true nature of dualism
All Cats are Grey at Night
Don’t worry so much about inadequacy.
Human nature has its teeth in us all.
Forget about self-righteousness,
you’re just as flawed as all God’s children.
We are all creatures of dark and light.
All Cats are Grey at Night
Don’t worry so much about inadequacy.
Human nature has its teeth in us all.
Forget about self-righteousness,
you’re just as flawed as all God’s children.
We are all creatures of dark and light.
