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
🚂
🤪
🎵
🌬
square 1a
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
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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
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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
