Bugolgi Apparatus

  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