a poem I wrote sometime in 2008 that I found stuffed in the bottom of an ugly shoe in the bottom of a cardboard box in the garage and then revised slightly while transcribing due to not being able to read my own scribbly weird handwriting

Pick your poison from a list of names
Fold your menu, dig into the luminescence
of your unfixed etiquette
ending these sentences with predicates

This piece of plastic lets you live like
some kind of 6th story rebel
men named Giovanni take you dancing
while I stay home, saved by the bell
And if we had 15 minutes to sort this out
it would be so absurd to discover
from the incisors behind pretty lips
what I've so long see in your eyes
sinking unbelievably large ships

loose lips
loosen tongues
forget our lines
and we fail to mind
should we slip
on decks of the boats
recovered in outlet malls
and science halls
mortaring all the red brick
walls you put in
place to separate yourself from            those selves
you collect on each a more lovely mahogany shelf

You dust on wednesdays
Drinking poisonous sips
Huffing the furniture polish