adirondack chair

he sits on a shack porch
he looks down a hill
he looks at the sky
he sees trees, then sky
then a white moon
he closes one eye
he sees the moon move
against a tree
he moves his head back
he sees the moon below his head
the earth tilts up
a large period of time
exits the earth
the large period of time
touches the trees
he gets up and walks down the hill
into the earth
a white house grows into the earth
the walls fall on him
and he slips through each window
until a wind fills his chest
he rides the wind to a tree
he sits in the tree
the wind moves his hair
the trees exist in his eye
he is the trees
he puts his hand on a piece of glass

apartment monday

arthur sleeps from 5pm to 8pm
arthur watches gossip girl
arthur watches monday night football
arthur eats half baked
arthur drinks purple haze

sidewalks

air arrives in Manhattan
air travels from the Hudson River
to union square
air moves a person's hair
the person moves the hair
with their hand
the person buys an apple

all the builders ever

i feel like i am distracted a lot

i try to serve something

my apartment was built before WWII

i don't know how that relates to the appearance of the floors

i like the floors. they feel soft, but they are wood

there is a spray for the wood floors on the desk in the living room

inside the bottle it looks like creamy syrup

Christopher Columbus Day

Charlemagne dreams that he holds a chain in each hand which are attached to a bear.

Other bears come to him and ask for the bear to be released. They say it is not fair to chain this bear.

A hound from behind Charlemagne's thrown leaps and attacks the biggest bear and a brawl erupts. Charlemagne cannot see how the fight goes down; there is so much commotion. 

I feel bad for Charlemagne, but he shouldn't have chained that bear. The context of Charlemagne chaining the bear is transparent in the dream. I feel bad for Charlemagne. Emperors are maybe forced into being tyrants - like Cady in Mean Girls; she became apologetic.

The Receivers of the St. Luois Cardinals

place a statistic 

that depicts the world population

in an alarming way

on an open window's sill.

it insults the people

who walk by,

and yourself 

who's washing the dishes

and shouldn't be alive

because you feel 'impure'

or something.

but maybe if you concentrate

on changing your thoughts

your slept-in-bedding

won't look like a sad mouth.

post-confessional prose-poem 2009

i really have no idea what's going on.

i think i know

but nope

i should never

talk or write.

they're -i don't know - 

not necessary for survival. 

i think someone said something

my brain. 

my face is warm. 

i am happy i feel warm

and the people making noises

don't bother me.

Feelings of Time Lost

the mount peg is threaded and a certain diameter. the mic mount has a threaded hole - matching diameter - with an arbitrary depth . the secure tightness, screwed to the limit, randomly positions the mic mount. 

a threaded ring screws onto the peg to create a false limit or 'threshold'. the 'threshold' adjusts the position of secure tightness, and can therefore correctly position the mic mount's poles parallel to the lens and camera body. 

the adjusted position of secure tightness does not equal tightness of the 'natural' threshold because the threaded ring does not have a 'threshold' of its own. 

inside paragraph

how do i get places?
in like a car
and how do they know
where that stuff is
small poems 'amaze' me
but i want to only think
in atoms fine
shaking atoms
of fucking fire
i'm on subway
the track work
a weekend don't put
me inside me
you shithead

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