Bugolgi Apparatus

chasing that line your entire life entangled surrounded from all sides cat with a laser closer then disappears while you’ve been inside the entire time the distance makes things delicious you feel a weakness from a certain perspective the female form rules your mind you can only forget about it for seconds at a time the female form shapes your time from before you were born until your last smile

  God Responds I get a lot of prayers from people who are like, “Can you give me that one again; I think I can handle it now” Or “if I just had a bit more talent   here I could make it” Or even, “I wanna redo   this decade” And I don’t know how they   read my silences but if they just looked around maybe they’d see how   ridiculous they sound -buncha stupid pink monkeys

  What The Book Wants   when you put it down   you’re far from done   thoughts demand action   demanding blood you could read another   but you’d just move deeper   as you search for signs   of literacy in the world   They stir up the memories Rearrange the thoughts I don’t think they resonate   Unless they touch on love And then it spills out of your mind Catches on your tongue   You expel it from your body   Thinking it was somehow yours

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  Carving in Glass If you knew at the time you would’ve taken more care gone a bit slower milked it all afternoon instead you assumed it was what was owed to you as your mother’s favorite the future assured and yet it’s always been you even as the other faces and times have commandeered the view you were wrong to assume a lack of awareness on your part at that time wouldn’t have any effect on your future  

Looks like they’re on crack Dresses like the circus Talks five times too fast Probably escaped from prison Frequently with coffee Screaming now singing Showing videos and cartoons In hot water with administration You wouldn’t work with them But you’re in a union Sorry- I wasn’t talking about them I was describing you

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  I cry for my students  cry for their parents  cry for the species  I haven’t even heard of yet   I cry for the ignorant cry for the intelligent  cry for the rich  I cry for the cognizant  I take all these tears  I fill a polluted ocean  and start to swim  towards that distant horizon 

 ....been writing heaps this summer. Here's something (click link):  Nothing is Wasted

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Parfum   meet these people go to their parties afraid they’ll tell you how they make their money dating daughters to the Restoration   hiding bodies in woodgrain finish you can’t get over the stink   under perfume and mask afraid they’ll take off their faces   without the decency to ask   can’t get over the stink   ambivalence’s last act   arise all ye cocktails soul falls   deep, hard, and fast   date these people running the country   getting closer out of curiosity   feeling tipsy falling between   complicity and fatal fancies   then you start to stink   from childhood through now racing to the brink of your own thoughts   you feel the stink   as you come along the hell and the dream are the same parts

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opinions are changing demands remaining inside it’s raining clouds in your eyes little voice says I’ve got a better idea body snaps to attention with a buzz in the mind these things called you are all around me they’ve gotten inside me there’s one thing to do I can make you happy I make it snappy there’s more energy held in reserve dozen questions appear where there were none myriad suggestions calm them down these things called you always outnumber me I keep you busy while I feel things through these things called you encircle enchant me I always surrender when you shoot first

lost through a hole in our pockets not sure where we went just when we’d started to feel   we were everyone else we go back to the drink   to records and cassettes   to all the things that make us   feel sheveled and kempt   pressing ourselves into times   needing proof to feel alive I touch you now I just need to check