dark stormy city nights
create a glowing gray dome
that shakes my blood
and closes my hotelheart

sorrysorrysorrysorry
we're too full now
check the library
check the archives
under greatest hits

but you won't find anything

even relatively speaking

you won't find anything

well maybe relatively speaking


and calmbright days will
hand me full jars of mom's jam
will shake me still, tranquil


i can't but willingly
reach my hand out
obtrusively
interjecting
a skid mark
never really striding
but always striving

it's the only way

the red sweater that blinds and bends,

whether upon your shoulders or empty chair,
heralds a new(!)new(!)new(!)NEW(?) day
that flickers, dawning but just yawning

i'd like to write you poems
earthquakes shaking, uprooting
forming new ranges where
our peaks compete for clouds

i'd like to write you poems
that break all the mirrors
rip all the right wires out
let you smile/let me be me

i'd like to write you poems
simple, earnest words
that lay your smile upon mine
summoning oracles to the truth

i'd like to write you poems
cause your pen to turn and say,
"hey, hey come join my story
no, no - wouldn't have it any other way!"

no i wouldn't have it any other way.


no i wouldn't have it any other way.

those longlong days formed of a newly known absence,
whether a trembling eternity or confident, placid moment
turn on the faucet, fill my abscess heart, rawpink, tense
in nearlynotime. your red sweater sits empty and cold.

my apologies wreak and reek
psychohavoc and locker room sock puss:
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