low visibility, high profile fun

a blind eye for three
leave me snake eyes to see
ah, hindsight perceive
steve; he spake sighs blue, free

just like that sears commercial

the heat is in the crook of my arms and legs
waiting for me to wake up in the morning.

when I rise
sultriness kills me
if I don’t take my moving slow.

the heat of the day is a new monster
no air in the library
words melting off rehydrated pulp
momentous musings of man mean nothing to nature.

well-being remains unremedied
until a cool 5 o’clock
when I sit by the fan
and motorize happy howls.

oh no

oh hey.

what?
you want me to write a poem?
oh jesus, it's been another day hasn't it
well. I'm boycotting.
this isn't a poem.
nopenopenope

when you take off the first n
everything is open..
I just thought of a word

nopen

its like a contradiction
not open
or something
I'm never not nopen.




ugh.
I'm wasted.
not even the wasted I was earlier
just wasted on sunshine
long day
of seeing people I care for.


I run my brain through laps
drowned it in smoke
hookah. tokes. cigarettes.
ooh, nat shermans with a touch of mint.
shut up.

my synapses need refurbishing
cracked at the corners
paint peeling
making connections
to the best of their ability
with no help from me.

smoke deprives your brain of oxygen, you know.
the terrible habits I pick up.
jesus.

good friday

end of the week
minus one toenail
left eye red
green eyelashes

black branches stiffly
crawling up the spine
fever shriveled arms
thick tired neck

who cant be happy despite
morbid physical inventory
on a sunny friday that
ends this week forever

student government association can suck my dick

the early april rains keep fucking coming
I borrowed my roommates purple hoodie
and my other roommates purple umbrella
the bends played me over to practice

two days before opening night
my shit gets canceled
like, all the shit. everything.
at least till may
when it stops fucking raining

on my walk back
from the lines I didn’t say
earthworms scattered the asphalt
like so many flaccid pick up sticks

I fucking hate worms

You are blind and eat only dirt

But you still struggle for it

Loping a wrinkled, naked appendage

Toward the grass

Bloated and slimy

Your skin slips off into the shallow waters

And finds a place in the concrete cracks