Viable Distractions

the essay of a day is a shirt w/ moth holes

in a small studio my neighbor is moving places
and I am in the sky refilling candy bowls and still
there is trepidation

sleep is always with us, you shrug
and I am getting scared

like dreaming on an airplane
like walking in the dark

I thought I was the only one
I thought I was the only one

radio poem

synth notes
float odd
drifts in
sharp ribbons

gets into yr
knees n neck
n dance occurs

even by yrself
in a car on yr
lunch break

especially then,
if there is any
hope, privately
and in general

always it is a
good sign that
you are moving
just a little to
music

minimal guilt

the trouble w/
nondenominational kids :

I'm sorry I pooped in
your yard, I was rude like
an animated millionaire.
after work let's throw a
perfectly round ball out
to whomever championship
decides. we are fuck you
right?

the new old pastime

honorary bad boy
proceeds punch n
grope and the cavalry
makes bricks to hurl
at our windmills

this is yr country
and these yr heros

above the television

a red ceramic crane
gives a hoot, some hip
shadows it makes in
the corner filling it like
a cock

it look at me and say
Yo