cold thursday night

sometimes

me and the internet

can talk for hours

the TV is gone,

I notice

which is strange

(I think we had a TV)

my self confidence lies

at the foot of the bed,

asleep

I consider calling it a night too.

isolation tastes

like alcohol.

WONS4PK - recent writing not very poetic

I was always convinced that

"She Belongs to Me"

was written about yours truly

"She never stumbles/ she's got no place to fall"

hah hah, mere mortals

underwearing quick run to

the computer up the stairs

quick fall

bricks a place to fall - apparently, Bobby D

shit ow shit shiiiiit

my big toe has shed skin

but sadly not much like a snake at all

cool and complacent of course

now positively hissing like

Terb Wons the king of prom fallen off a bike

hit hit hit my arm

proving gate-control theory

bandaged-up in-tight foot slides into a

black shoe and I say

'Damnit, fates'

ego check

check check plus

Mata Hari in a blanket with sleeves

Snuggies
are
hospital ball gowns

I prefer to wear them with
nothing
underneath
and one shoulder slipped out
like a fallen bra strap:
a wardrobe malfunction
for wolves in sheep clothing

I readjust my glasses,
set teeth against my lower lip
like small white almonds
and pick up my dog-eared copy
of Lolita

a femme fatale to the end

a ski trip gone bad
by the river mouth
you fell in
mauve flowers
on your skin

like those breaking snow
on the first day of spring

i don't look for them
i listen

I don't want to be perceived the way I am. I just want to be perceived the way I am.

in the age of multitasking
adderall is king
and yeah, it's an age of
five things at once
five points of my
body are electric
even when I'm sobered
by the organ mountains
at five in the morning
on my walk with god
asking him what do
about these five x's

New Glasses

faintest mustache
on a sandwich girl’s lip
sprinkles of dandruff
on a lecturer’s suit
my own face
framed and pimpled

+1 intelligence
binds on equip

One night without sleep

my eyelids fluttering
in their lilac sockets

what can flourish here?
each eye is a crease
a lid on the pot

my tongue lies slack
bridled and saddled

i expel
hot breath

By now we were supposed to be fully assembled

I've always loved assembly lines
all kinds
I love watching each piece move by
one after the other
reaching each new step
one at a time.

I turn every thing into an assembly line
shirt folding, cookie baking
Education does this too
with children
but they forget
that assembly lines don't work
when each piece is different

Bring the Boys Back Home

even when I am laugh out loud crazy happy

insane cry and stressed out and nothing going right

ate undercooked pizza totally smitten

Suzie Birdsell type

I keep thinking

where is Michael Swadener

where is all the porn