So yeah i’m trying to teach my skin
how to fly But everyone thinks they’re
a genius Cracking a pill in my teeth
My skin bristles under hot narcotic hands
as if the argument stirred her somewhere
Swirling just below the surface swum
out to meet me this whorish night Watch
how i witch the tuning of wind-chimes away
This picture would be perfect in doppler
It’s true i don’t need watched over
like a child And fathers are useless
except as roadmaps Adoringly lined
and folded over in wrong ways i need
music to sit with me while i reflect
Sentience just wears me out Tensions
among far-flung nettles draw tenderness
from novitiate skin Truly this is
our heaven littered with crumpled selves
It’s raining in lorain ohio Isn’t that
funny The people i know are teaching me
Softly with only these hands that have done
no-one good i roll a 3am joint And
softly with only this fire i would have
killed over i light it Don’t you feel the lake
this close to you on your skin in your hair
The rain is like your hair When it hits
the street it spreads with a brutal slap
Someday we will compute from clouds
I’d prefer really to clean my glasses and my screen
with windex At the warehouse project in manchester
guilt bleaches concrete and rests behind a facade
of tasks Holy caffeine batman you take wittgenstein
far too much to heart crossing over silence
again and again filling it balls-deep But behind that
we’re both just kissing water threading flat temperature
And someone else just wouldn’t look that good on you
Every morning the same prayer-song unwinds
effervescent thread through the streets
i’m bursting with sap and smoke and spore
The rains flickered across my chest leaving only
freckles with curfews too early to watch me
These references we make are all so oily
Loping across the dew of white fields even
though i’m busted as viscous and drag where
i should talk You can have some too
Orange kool-aid while i listen to the bbc
essential mix Forks my tongue to sugar
while i smoke a joint Orange capsule
to wake the muscles up in my head Stab
stubs out of the fun i’d have in flashing
garbage truck mirror Chew of motors
impaling myself askew on the morning
Akimbo misanthrope slipping on alleged
ice Loyalties being what they are and all
Sitting legs crossed among the bed
Should you close your eyes or half-open
comfortably These mantras distract so
You trace your breath on its way through
your body’s dust Traffic through the window
sighing like waves on the beach Computer
spins memory in a lush hush You
inhale in white and exhale in black You
surrender your dust again diffused
Just because I feel sorry for you
doesn’t mean i need to subscribe
to your poison. Children sway
without the gravity of fact
or gratitude to weigh them. A bondo dodge
clatters a left onto C street, and only then
Washing the blankets, exclamation-green
katydid to watch my morning piss.
How could pity be so flush with soap?