Objects

Old books smelled a little like urine
And they are now a pain.
Damn mind won't stop appraising value and depreciation. And
copy and paste a poem and it gets auto formatted.
an album was a dirty secret
but everybody knows it now.
Mysteries are as cool as
enthusiasm. Is it my waning libido? I worry about about
no mystery in old books that smell like urine.
I can't let go
of Longfellow.



She can explode at any minute

I call her, 'she.'
She
is
important to me.
a kind of treaty. No we don't fight over
living room territory (not with the treaty and all).
Love is
in the room
and the room shared
is holy.
The squinting world
of familiar personalities out there...
(my great people
walking away from their debt obligations
is a pretty fucking sweet revolution)
but we are primates who walk and walk and walk
And holy is when we are not primates who walk and walk and walk.
civilization is
you and me
(and flat screen TV)
Make love to me.




Irritated

Irritated people are irritating
when will it stop?
We've stopped going to outer space (July 2011).
So we can't go out inter outer space...
But we've seen all the dvd's at the library.
Cabin fever.
Some schmuck
living in the middle of nowhere likes to write using the word 'we.'
He's an irritating sloppy big guy with a smirk on his face.
Fuck outer space. It's irritating like a near by beautiful park.
Maybe if I had a dog I'd go there. (Astro)
I can stand anywhere in Iowa and download
the Koran.
But I can't stop thinking about the time I made my mother cry,
hell that memory is everywhere too.
That's what happens when you ban cigarette smoke,
you gatta fill that space something beautiful.
So irritating.


she

She is terrified of the silent parts of my mind
and monitors my health.
God damn it, I've never been loved before
Just been around to repeat the word.

I've just been around to repeat the word.

It's that terror of each other...
That's it!

Laura, I am terrified too.



Goodnight Moon


I was nude at Fred Meyers.
I left my marriage and drove six hours and
all of me screamed for that last peace.
There were my hands, there in front of me
and empty wallet
and I know I was breathing because I told myself too.
There were details to that moment like
what the people were wearing
but I was dead. Homeless.

I found the foot of your bed and slept like mouse
a stow away in your bright domestic.

You were and are Ill.
and mice carry disease.
I loved you at first out of panic,
then I desperately wanted to take care of you...
but finally when you and I spent an afternoon
not relating to each other in a shopping mall
I knew I wanted you because in
painful, over lit reality
you look at me and worry
not away.

so here we are now,
and I am relaxed
and I hope you are too. I am forever more
a mouse in your house.