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Thesaurus Stuck on Sing

 

I’d like to introduce a new body of work

soft and smooth

book spines studded with

stones lined up

to spell something

savory

a new series of pipes,

a jungle gym

 

the clouds were so fresh today

that I cried on behalf

of desire

for a cloud-painted ceiling

as a kid, and the kind of

infinity

that it would bring

to childhood

 

I recall the supine trap 

and can see the cracks now

the most dreadful time of day

stamped by fading light 

 

I’d rather sing a song

one that you know and love

I’d rather ignore some shapes in

this bubble

 

tell you something like

a sharpened pencil

 

but the clouds were babies today

and it got me to the first step of crying 

 

the shapes of dreams are 

so corner like curved hinges

on my head book binding on the side

 

everything should be a corner

every bite 

stealing from a spiritual friend

and her shadow workshop

we all know our shadow selves

are wearing a leg numbing

low rise skinny jean

 

Shadows from Nowhere

I’d rather sing a song you know and love

 

I always wanted to do the shit

where you start singing while reading a poem

Some people cry the blues, I never could...

I had the brightest smile in town…

But you took it baby and turned it upside down

a song about drawing or 

photoshop or magic

a best of 70’s men

singing love songs

the stress of the rest

of men Scattered like scarecrows 

barking and calling me sir

when they see my face

my skater boy ego

my baggy shadow

 

stealing lines from my best friend she says

the sun is the best artist 

she says turned on 

and sings it Syrup

tonight I linger 

on the delicate bangers

and by the way I weep

and wonder

where are they now

read her track list like

the beauty supply from a parallel 

palace 

studded with colder verbs and

elegant trappings

like things just die

but a coloring book 

filled with chimes

 

getting super trashy about

blending where now I can’t find anything 

 

I can tell you what it’s like but

mostly how well it works

 

I wanna be the girl 

singing Fado in the fish restaurant 

holding her sparkling necklace at her heart

while her family eats sardines in silence

the waiters stop in their tracks

I imagine her family at home together

their intimacy squashed by 

by my gawking presence

the echo 

it’s a new syrup and by the way I weep

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slowly drawing diamonds
(and their shadows)
coming to something like
a clearing, or at least believing
there will be one, eventually

traveling with the big song that cuts

when love can be the glint again
always right here
on my table

I observe with narrowed eyes
this glint, or whatever
the birds/sun

shoulders slumped
over love
the hot potato
swallow sharing
even
hide from god
while I revisit
what I make
as love

vibes of my poems for translation


abyss of night, beauty infinity, alone

laughing to myself, sensory overload, in tune with nature really feeling one with the neighborhood, giggling

dream logic, weird, symbols, school? reading/connecting

sexy, freedom in lucid dream, kinda weightless, dgaf

 

observation, walking, checking on the neighborhood, playing games with one friend at night, secret 

 

just feelin poetry and living

 

epiphanies, tender to myself, memories, watery, spent

 

spiritually pissed, surrender, acceptance, peace with shit

 

yearning, drugs, boy ego

 

drunk poet, 2nd part is about teaching in juvie, inside vs. outside, boundaries

 

sad, lamenting, mundane, turned on by mundane memories of places and things, remembering

 

also about teaching in juvie, feeling emotions in space, also inside/outside, being a grown up baby, basics

 

dream logic, confusion, yearning, cute, macro/micro

 

funny, sexy, word play like touching myself

 

heartbreak, history, time, pensive, still, literary

 

macro/micro, sexy play with words, fuck u kinda, feel like shit but having a tiny little fun with poem

 

heartbreak, body psychedelia, feeling stupid/little, yearning

 

dream obviously, unattainable, mysterious physicality, revealing things to myself, hide and seek, pissed, betrayed but calm

 

fantasy, dream confusion, how can we all be better ---> poet alone

 

god mixed with sex, spiritually pissed, resentful, but I’m better lol

loose translation

I always leave the party so lucid

never drenched in it/who’s 

cleaning up

 

woke up from a big [party]

no memory but will write

it down on a paper 

towel, who’s 

cleaning—

 

to walk out on my mind

into the dirty world

free of consequence

 

starting to write

theoretically

starting to sprout

starting to be

an old, hourly way

this place at 1, 2, 3 pm

1a

 1b

  1c

 

starting to think, 

theoretically, about

how the cowboy said

never go to your room

in the daytime

 

the birdsongs

from the wings

the theater 

of the livelong day

 

the way its all moving 

the wind 

delivering

 

warbling the rosebush

petting my curtains

I’m blaming everything

on the wind today, everything!

its clinging outfit

 

I am the snowcap 

of mountain 1a

 

empathy measured

in obvious veins

the look of my bed 

[the stacked edge]

has me hungry for 

another character

 

I once played a lost boy

and now

 

my mind's? been gone

a vagabond, she visits 

 

phone to feel party

 

as for the sun

it’s earlier across the street

working for them like

a good oven, in circles

I move my chair to chase it

they throw balls through its rays

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