this is the blue light poem
that when i see it, the blue light
i'll be leaning forward
and move my eyes up
and raise my eye brows
like i see ten poodles coming
towards my bowl of avocado
and lettuce and lemon juice
that when i see the light
it's relevant to remembering
something from my future
here i go, day
a snow filled window
i feel neutral.

why is being sad relevant?
and why do i want to talk about it?
i can numb myself
until i die
continuously with chemicals
and intellectual material

'it was something i remembered'

i always stick in one line, of something

'her muddy drawers'

i made those up
to escape. i don't even want to escape.
and escape what.
myself.

i put on a sweatshirt and three pairs of socks
i didn't do anything, like the day would never
end, or, i'd never have enough energy

i put 7-grain organic bread in extra virgin olive oil
with cayenne pepper, and pepper, i think
played the star wars game on xbox

i ate cookies and napped for two hours
got up from my bed and walked to the living room
yellow light flashed on the walls from a truck

the night just suddenly came
i don't know what a person is
i am one
who made all these things around me?

i'm so tired
i miss my stop
have to change sides
and ride back

i'm so happy
i poor poison down my throat
it doesn't matter
i grab your face and laugh
demoniacally into it

hello bed
hello sky