one day, from morning to dream
1.Morning Drizzle, Chicken Little
Man in self-argument crossing the street:
“You better wash your mouth out with soap!” “No, you better—”
another man ventured through thickening air—
You changed your religious affiliation to FOOD
D played BYLINED for 72 points!
D played CANOODLE for 96 points!
D played ENABLERS for 65 points!
“Scrabble?” —student head through the doorway—
did he think you’d be plotting against carnage—
interactions with chairs your corporation of atoms its forced mergers
with air and food was it any wonder
that extending a hand meant “‘Tears,’” you said,
tapping the stanza—“Don’t they often
4.Someone Else’s Cake
She frowned off the sugared flower.
Asked if they’d used butter to beat
Did it suffer from nuts or eggs or fruit?
She dug her thumb
into the bother.
5.Sixth and Cumae
Some aftermath camped atop a subway grate, some
hungry and insane—
“You look like you want me, but you
don’t—” she spat in disgust. “Go make technology happy.”
Lips pursed—right index finger
tipping the chin—the look of
—a feeling in your body as if you were flinging up
handfuls of coins—
your body rushing back into your arms—
“I dunno, I wanted it to be more—” he
eddied his fingers, punctuated stars.
“You cannot get ready,” her vinyl purse,
“you cannot get ready for God, you cannot get ready,” her stout legs,
grip on the hour—
patent leather low
Tapping, “you cannot get ready,” she dug
into the tunneling train a wide
for blessing you and judging you, how you weren’t
“ready for God”—
deeming you lost—
You watched her purse swing
under the East
9.A Book Before Bed
…Despite this expense, some epitaphs were resolutely nihilist: ‘Into nothing from nothing how quickly we go;’ while non fui, fui, non sum, non curo (I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care) was so common that it was often abbreviated to simply nffnsnc…
ta ta for now—
10.Mon Semblable, Mon Frere!
—inexplicable clown wig lurching away with a haul-swing of coats—