begging the question

there is no use to thinking about anything.

i want to stomp a canadian goose on its neck

and eat it. their shit is everywhere,

mottling the speckled departing snow.

drink some coffee black and heave until you

almost throw up. steal a book about

the presocratics, or at least think about it.

once i have something i dont want it

anymore. become slightly more robotic.

i want to see in molecular time.

all things are valid, always. bring me a cake,

mammoth and mint, mostly keratin. sharpen

your tact and watch the texts roll in,

intact like avian toe prints,

diffuse like pebbles or pixels.

you can rely on me asshole.

dandelion

a woman mowing her lawn
a huge tract
my insomnia pisses a lot of people off
i can't help it i want to say
i'm naturally shy...

a white cloud with an ominous appendage...
the dandelions now ghostly seeds
at work a woman dropped a bottle of
captain morgan and it shattered and jésus
had to clean it up

lauren said she had one of those yellow flowers
that weed behind her ear.
and i said a dandelion
and she said no its a weed
and i said im pretty sure thats a dandelion
and she said oh

what you know

what you know is what you live.
you try to calculate the best way for smoke
to leave the body.
you must think of the wind, where it goes,
and the street lights, their intense orange glow.
the stupid talking of children and a muffled
voice of a warning, a reminder of vigilance.
your side started to hurt and you massaged it
while the boss counted your money.
it felt like loose cartilage or change.
it must be from how you sit, curled
as though confined by a shell.
you sigh and straighten up, but it feels
too late, right?

musical bits

my friend ben lent me a cd player when i was living in the city and i had it for a while and i remember i had two cds both of them burned. one of them was exile on main street by the rolling stones and whenever i hear the first song rocks off i think of getting on the brown line and being really excited because i had just gotten off work and sometimes if i didn't have anything to look forward to after work i would look forward to listening to that cd on the train going home. the other cd was a burned mix i made of my favorite led zeppelin songs, which was good for the mornings.

nowadays i can only listen to dancefactory 92.7 fm and two philip glass cds i burned from copies i got from the library. they're 'einstein on the beach' and 'akhnaten'. dancefactory is this techno/house station and it's really nice to listen to really quietly, it's like there is a rave next door.

i had this song stuck in my head and i was singing it as i was walking home from the train station. it's from mr rogers neighborhood, the song he sings at the end of each show.

It's such a good feeling to know you're alive.
It's such a happy feeling: You're growing inside.
And when you wake up ready to say,
'I think I'll make a snappy new day.'
It's such a good feeling, a very good feeling,
The feeling you know that I'll be back,
When the day is new, and I'll have more ideas for you,
And you'll have things you'll want to talk about,
I will too.

the best way

the best way is with some squirt
and a bottle of whiskey commissioned by her majesty,
the queen.

a problem; the frightening rise of waves
while the party is still happening.
a counterpoint is offered, no one hears.

inside me there is air
and you i can guess
soil or a density like candy.

tete dans le cup

sorry i missed the birthday party.

frankly speaking it was getting late

and i am prone to being overwhelmed,

preemptively, i should say. i bought some

popcorn for us to share, it's not sweet but salty.

i realize where that haircut is from.

it's from the newspaper i just read.

you must deign to see my pun.

i should probably get my head out of my ass, right?

maybe now i will have something in common

with someone, even if it is tesla or the witchita linesman.

i'm pretty sure the perfect state is having

no more questions, but where's the fun in that?

i saw your drawing and i tried to be funny.

you said she's not smelly, she's dreaming.

serial

Day 1

Amirah had felt okay when she woke up in the morning but now she was beginning to feel a little sad. She was starving and there was no more food in the apartment or money or anything. Her girlfriend Sarah was out of town for the week. Last night night she had left with her brother for a road trip to Phoenix. Amirah had the whole week to herself, which she found both frightening and a relief.

She was laying on the couch watching the ceiling fan spin on the slowest setting, her favorite setting. The faster settings caused the fan to spin so fast it seemed like it was going to snap and fly off and spin around the room cutting off everyone's head. It made her nervous.

Early that day she had talked to Sarah on the phone. She complained about her brother, his choice of music, his driving habits, his constant smoking. Amirah tried to imagine them, Sarah (who was tiny and fragile, a friend once described her as 'fetal') and her brother Jamie sitting in her car eating hamburgers or maybe them just sitting there in silence driving listening to house music (Jamie's choice) she could imagine them sitting but never what they were saying. Sarah rarely talked about her family and this trip had taken Amirah by surprise. She suspected that Sarah wanted some sort of break, and this outing with Jamie was no doubt the cheapest and easiest.

Amirah's phone started buzzing and she saw that it was Phil, her manager at Allegory, the terrible restaurant she waitressed at.

"Hey Amirah? It's me, Phil."

"I know Phil. My cellphone says your name on it when you call me."

"Oh well uhm hey I was wondering if you could come in tomorrow night. Peter called off uh he said he's sick and you know how Thursday's buffet is.

"Yeah, the Thursday buffet."

"Well can you?"

"Look Phil, can I get back to you in like, an hour two hours or something? I'm not really sure."

"Yeah thats fine but just let me know as soon as you can I mean we're already pretty understaffed as it is and for some reason I have a feeling that tomorrow will be really busy, I just got this like inkling you know?"

"Yes I know inklings."

"Well call me okay sweetheart? We'd really love it if you could come in?"

"I'll call you Phil."

She didn't dislike Phil but everytime she talked to him she couldn't shake the idea that she would never have met him or had to deal with him if she wasn't forced to because of her job where she had to work because she was forced to by "society". Sarah hated it when she talked like this, she always said it was stupid to think like that to be that pessimistic about life was just being self-centered and selfish. Amirah agreed but she still had a hard time.