literally sick as fuck and haven't had caffeine or dairy in 2.2 dayz

I would go vegan but I think about
the way the half&half enters my coffee in the morning
and it reminds me of lipstick and pianos and
every tear I've ever cried and all the times
I've been up in the middle of the night
my heart racing and how skin feels and the hundreds
of turns my life could take and
how much better I'll feel when I've
poured that light brown goodness into my throat
no
I will not take it black

perhaps you are an anomaly
a systematic operation performed daily
like computer programs that can read
each other so well it's like they are
speaking in a secret language

i have noticed the way that animals speak
to one another too
the way the cats chatter when they are
hunting flies in the bedroom or
hissing in the angriest ways

explicit is the word i would use
to describe the things i want to say
to you
or maybe i would prefer to chatter
and hunt

on turning twenty

the world divides itself into the blankets you

haven’t seen and the blankets you will.

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your father leaves your old bed unmade

like you left it, a museum artifact to mourn.

in your absence he stands in the doorway

of the room you used to live in, fingers

 the scars you left in the doorframe from

furious gunfire doorslams--the time a fourteen

year old you screamed “leave me alone” so loud

 a painting fell off the wall. your keen adolescent

sense of injustice was prone to scraped knees.

he wonders whose bed you sleep in now

and how many apologies they write you,

whether they bounce like bad checks.

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your father stands in your doorway; thinks

about calling you; doesn’t. he misses

you and your wars.

Centipede

peel back the bark to find the rotten core
wood glistening with chitinous leg-segments
black slithery little backs

there's hope, in these children
of lightless wet places
here the other world burps forth
smelling like mushrooms

decay and new life but
she perceives this only distantly
somewhere
in those misted corridors of forest passing
800/km per hour beneath the cityship

through doubled-paned transparent aluminum
windows of her private bathing chamber
as I pull the robe down over her shoulders
to kiss her breasts and
smooth belly

Sonic reply to gerard manley hopkins lost the game by JMBG below

form and fall
for nothing it's
a way of be-eng

we see what's inside
of old un-distinctive
in all events it

rots from egality
and it takes another
mundanity

drifting would prevent
a normal answer

gerard manley hopkins lost the game

44.9 minutes of agon
eeee, we see what's
inside a frog and
vibe distinctively
in corners and spit

rocks from our
cavities--dingbat
takes hazmat with
non dairy creams

drift inward then vent
anonymously