Tu^2
Sax
Flick open the polished shine snap-trap steel buckles
Open the case with care – beware!
It’s a little top-heavy
it’s plenty
to muster
You don’t have a strap – Jack?
No matter, no matter, your thumb’ll throb along
Reed on your tongue now, the wetting
essential, you’ll see in a second
Believe me, I get it
It’s not a great taste
Now feel the plush velvet foam inserts and
fish for the mouthpiece and
pull out the neck
Assemble your weapon of sonic demise
-the cool jazz guys-
Don’t know where to turn to
Blurt out a squeak
a bark
a bleat
A regular barnyard warmup
Mother Hen plays the tuning note
Then fingers on buttons
And puff out your cheeks
Like you’re Dizzy trying something new
You get dizzy when you play the blues
Start (1)low, then (2)run up, run
(3)up and (4)flare up (1)top and
(2)dissolve (3)down it’s the (4)most
fun anyone’s ever had while counting
Stop to catch your breath need
a little more support need
to tune a little more need
for the bassist to get on key, please?
Deep breath in and
High C out it’s
An ear-splitting affirmation–
ode to my last life (im so dramatic)
Parlor games in walls four-fold and pallid
Drop dice into cup – hear them rattle
Hear them prattle
Hear the mice squeak for splenda
Squeaking in the moonlight
You hurt me that day, through another
From another
Too many things I couldn’t know
Too many things you wouldn’t say
Moonlight leaks Vienna
My bedroom is a Roman crypt
Purgatory Heartbreak – reference the self
Confusion, Denial
Gripping at my chest as it tries to leap free
Gripping at my love as it slips through the floorboards
Watching futures dissolve, one two
Watching futures take hold, one two three
When I stumbled into the kitchen she was there – waiting
Or maybe I sat in the darkness
Until she was there
Waiting
Psycho-security, seeds planted in loam
The Loam of the Lonely
Modern Lover’s architecture, accouterment
Borrow from the French
L’amor et l’amor et l’amor
La mort, la mort, et la lune
I realize one and another
As if I’m made for selfishness
Revolving doors – I saw you through the glass
The handle was broken you stopped
And I’m stuck in the entrance
Panes press inwards, I’m a curious claustrophobic
Here, interior
Here, in the midstep,
it feels like brimstone pressing into my flesh
it feels like sulfur attacking my nose
it feels like sunlight overwhelming my senses, my freedom, volition
Why do I miss the heart snapping, the face pressed to the pillows, the bursting and shaking and the tearing at my hair, the feeling like everything and no one at all
Home splits into twos, threes, sevens
Holidays multiply
Missing the unity, the 4th, the 5th
The child in my chest crying out for another
Constantly
Constantly
Torn from me
Tear from me
Anything I could give you
Anything you could want
Short-circuit my metaphor, transitional state
Short-circuit the plug, the plug never takes
Perfect unity, short-circuit
failed circuit
closed circuit
Hopefully I fall short, short-circuit, short-circuit
Self isn’t self when it’s you and you and you
Self is self when it’s you and you and you
Personal digging, wait ‘till I hit bedrock
Personal slipping, wait ‘till I’m at bed rock
Handcuffed resentment
Too much at once
Confusion, disrupt, too much at once
Confusion, disgust, too much to think about
Confusion, undone, my mom crochets trashbags
(save the enviroment! make a scarf!)
Renassaince Woman
Did Tireseas see her, once?
With her grey woolen sweaters
With her home open like vacant honeysuckle
With her hands cutting onions, cutting carrots, pinching spice
My presence the problem?
or is it the lack?
or am i the lack?
or am i the lark?
or am i
Stark
drifting
open to you
Hark
holding
chasing the blue
Fade my tears into dawnbreak punishment
Fade my years with the heart-stake banishment
Perception
A raindrop falls on the bridge of my nose
I’m happier than I look
The slapping of spit on the alley below
Stops my head turning to see
Freeze in the twilight
Blood runs like gel flight
Steeping in silence relax in my arms
I’ll play with your earlobe and kiss all the chords you can sing
Impeccable love
Trivial meanings, they’ve all
Gone too far
Risk
Unmask and I’ll see who’s behind all the trouble
Unmask and I’ll know that your lips feel the same
As my lover’s on tuesdays in sunset october
Hills burn like my heart
Worlds burn we’re apart
When I know that no one’s to blame
Live in Betweens
Under the faucet and alone in the corner
Rainwater cold on the soles of my fleet
Cut-through-coat winds blow by green mountain moonlight
Rainwater cold bring me back sink me deep
Hand Me That Wall-Nut
I don’t like my boxes
I think they’re diminished
I draw without purpose
I’m your only son
(On Emy Ox, Hi, Hey, I’m in I’s hed! Raw.
It. Out!! POS...)
Who’s not?
Dew Drop
You Drop
Unease Please
Stew’s Hot
Get Slop
Steal your knees
