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?