You had such grace in the end. I wish I could remember what color your eyes were.

Keep your fingers
crossed, somebody might
get it right this time,
your cloudy mirror shows
a brother, a son, past and future
lover, wide-toothed friend, spoiled
milk liar, insect infested personality
wound, one that refuses to use
normal band-aids, simply hidden
like not lifting up an arm to a handshake,
like water-buffalo in the plains of missouri
a mime, a piano falling.

Others I used to be.
They were like you, too.
Caution, because too much
telling can lead to cerebral
swelling and i might split
like an overheated bag of popcorn.
we are not at the circus so take off
your mask and start yelling
into this bucket
of shallow water.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVKDQgT_b-Y

"Never make a poet mad."

So Soon?

I can't wait
to read those letters
forwards and backwards
I can't wait
to feel that concrete brick
hanging from my organs
I can't wait
for the cloudy scarf and coffee
malaise to drip into
every fucking pore
of my body
I can't wait
to have my memory
surgically removed.
I can't wait, I can't
wait, I
can't wait.

Always Right

Very private men
Speak loud ideas in public
But without applause

Spring Broke

Bus towards Boston
Claustrophobic cushion trap
breathe earth's sunset trip.