mr. id (tsunami)

a love story

Mr. Id
was a science teacher
and his class was a sea
of tears and righteous
indignation.

The Tsunami alarms went off at 5 am
as he was struggling to pee.
The road-kill corpses were minced
by the added traffic out of town
and the school parking lot had a
television crew.

As if they were already drowning
the children were wary of the school’s architecture.
Maybe to many movies where everyone drowns in a submarine
or maybe Mr. Id just liked to picture everyone drowning.
Is it bad to imagine everyone drowning?
‘In mute nostril agony carefully refined, and sealed over.’

In the science class they watched the cows drown on Japanese TV.
That and no wave
were the tragedies of the day.

brainstorming (that fucked with us all)

We brain storm problems
on the white board.

‘am I a bully?’

The subjects span addiction and murder by kitchen knife, to ABC’s to the Supreme Court.
and I learn spelling and grammar.
and I learn patience...

‘why learn math TODAY?’

with the fucking government.
so my art is selling well
so I can pay my taxes
so the government can pay for it’s third war,
but I’m not bitter (i am past that and I work with children).

‘when to fight?’

(when you are bigger than me, and you have as little feeling
in your face as I have, then think about it)
Brainstorming on the idea of why teachers are cruel
we discovered
if there were no tests
there would be no teachers. That one fucked with us all.

‘What should Patrick do with his life?’

I wrote:
‘I want to write a book that SELLS.’
They said:
(and I quote) ‘write a fucking book then.’
‘I want more money.’
‘You already HAVE a car.’


we/they decided I should stay and become famous. I like that compromise.

early for work

there’s that second of hesitation;

is this spit or blood?

if it’s spit, I look like a damn fool drooling here...

if it’s blood it’s my red panic death flag. gonna pass out

like a fool.

I can’t see myself.

I’ll look him in the eye and drool a little.

I’ll search his face for a reaction.

He smiles,

I smile.

I got red teeth.

lewd

there is good work left to be done

(like the man who collected musician’s union dues

as the Titanic went down...).

it’s raining like heaving sobs.

the cat’s aren’t stranded in trees,

lunch looms

as soon as we devolve back into arboreal ring tailed lemurs.

my friend finds it gloomy

his straight jacket is too roomy

and he can hang himself with it.

can you stand it?

if you can, they can brand it.

meanwhile it is possible to share an umbrella in the rain

and this is a lewd and fantastic event.

yes it is.