Sunday, November 29, 2015

Meet the new people

Meet the new people

They're smaller
using less space
quieter; air diffuses 
their complaints

compost-friendly
excreting green bricks
connecting silently
in habitrails where they live

working smarter
brains in a cloud
running cooler
add coffee and yoga

taking over
without questions for you
except 
"when are you leaving?"
and 
"is there anyway
you could go sooner?"

Saturday, November 28, 2015

You Posted

you posted

I just saw that photo 
you posted
and I've got to tell you 
you look terrible 

holding that drink
petting that lion 
skydiving  
in Rio 

with tall tan people 
eating at restaurants 
genitals 
in your mouth
 
without me
It's just 
not 
enough

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Writing metacognitively

Something doesn't fall in line when you practice the set; something is off- too depressive. You try changing the sequence; you write several new songs, but you've underestimated your intentions and your second guesses are wrong. Looking over the list compulsively there's only one thing that fits- change the name of the song; the sequence of titles must have a deep fit.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Driverless Cars

driverless cars

in sleeveless dresses
with meatless sandwiches

in driverless cars 
passing empty landscapes 

once there was 
some kind of purpose

now there are only
so many purchases

as we entertain 
ourselves 

contemplating 
greatness

we seem to have 
some kind of crisis

something orange will solve it
swallow a mouthful of blues

Did I tell you already 
You look perfect 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

On the Wrong Side of History

On the wrong side of history

they were pulled 
dragging and 
screaming
into the new

their resistance
earned them 
the contempt
of the young

with little patience
or understanding
for what they 
didn't know

they were left
to figure 
everything out
on their own

glancing at them
we could tell
they were
completely wrong

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Ignorance and Weaponry

Ignorance and weaponry

hill I die on
fight rages on 
with a pen 
against a gun

joined together
above the neck
the soft spot runs
from heart to head

gonna split
this last crumb
then climb the hill 
any way I can

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Language teachers in bed

Language teachers in bed
Run those vowels
Under my skin
Do the exercises
Over again
If we smoke now
You won't remember a thing
I'll have to correct
Everything you say
All the resistance
You gave me in class
Now comes back
In every bite and scratch
The whole thing comes
To a final climax
With a test on the
Future subjunctive

All Along the Orla

All along the Orla

crawled over every inch 
of this thin strip 
through the unlit windows 
where people live

faces reveal 
the boredom and terror
of the same civil 
engineering errors

maybe on the bottom 
maybe on the top
under the stars
all along the Orla 

wrap this night
around our thighs
until our desires 
bleed through our minds 

turn this dance
into a commute from 
Ladeira da Barra 
to Pituba

where red lights 
are faint suggestions
and purple skies
receive ovations 

after the third sip
of the shaman’s ayahuasca 
find yourself stretched 
all along the Orla

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Stop Touching Yourself- I Can Help

stop touching yourself-I can help

If that's all 
you know

you could 
always learn more

knowledge 
is free

ignorance 
costs too much

fun comes in 
orgasmic bundles

then gets lost 
under the bed

typing into 
your computer

not the way 
to make it appear

sometimes it comes on 
as nausea 

sometimes 
vertigo

like the outlook 
of a child

looking for 

a place to go

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Using it up

using it up

I needed to be angry 
at something

there was enough 
stuff lying around

emotion came over me 
and I was shaking 

most of the 
day long

was it better than 
feeling nothing

I haven’t felt that 
for quite a while

I know too much 
about other people

they just stay
there in mind 

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

What was yesterday about?

What was yesterday about?

Some pain
A conversation
Sitting down
Lunch

Memories 
Of intimacy
Emergencies
A phone call

Plans
A list
Noises
Of other people

Soft ambitions
Held in check 
By limited 
Self-awareness

Materialism

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