Bugolgi Apparatus

  Dunning Kruger vs Myers Briggs   you don’t know you’re   into it until you’re there   then you don’t even look   for a way out you’re just enjoying yourself   too much in that civilization built   for two; no one moves   we just kick the tires   and scratch the paint   and are surprised   or disappointed   to find we can only live   one life at a time   decisions and consequences   might not be your own   I try to live in your world   I spend your money thinking   it’s a nice vacation from myself   but the weather changes   and you try to live in mine   even when the paint doesn’t dry   improvising the basics   that should be second nature   to whom are you   speaking to, again?

  Lovely Problems I love my problems   I made them myself   one day I’ll solve them   I grow them instead   my bank is on fire   my love is dead   piles of books teeter only jelly in the fridge   I’ve got these problems   they occupy my thoughts   I should be thankful   for their hours of drama   I see them in dreams   with faces of dead lovers   I ask them how they’ve been   they tell me I know all about it

  My Immediate Regrets   they fall out of my hands   yet never land   one thousand decisions   under a single command   sometimes I wonder   if they weren’t planned   just to throw a wrench   into this dailyness   my immediate regrets   what I felt   for what I did   whom I didn’t kiss   my immediate regrets   have been left   to fend for themselves   amidst this ugliness   lot of us struggle   some of us wonder   none of us discover   the perfect approach   for a brighter future   mature outlook   healthier creature or just a juste mot   I rewind the tape   staying up late   coaching myself   for the next play   but it’s just my fate   writing my life   without a backspace   having lost my notes

How to be Kind it’s understood you won’t get  everything you ever wanted  it’s true you’re still the flower  of someone’s eye  there’s maybe room for life  to grant you more wishes  you don’t have to feel  so haunted while alive when you see yourself  in someone else  when you find something to agree upon  when you ask   for a little help  in the face of  a new situation  feel a crack in the armor  that turns into a smile  might remember that amour  you felt as a child  there it is dusty in the back of your mind that discarded notion how to be kind  as you face another evening as someone’s invented  a billion new ways  to be lonely as there are compelling  new arguments to be made  about cruelty  and those to despise I hope you go another  way and remember  those old and naïve and discredited  sages of another time  and never relent  and always...

  The Women   what do they want from me  what do I need from them  are we really the same specie  we seem stupid in comparison  I want to live in a world of women  it would be kinder and fairer  at the least more beautiful  I could drown myself there that would be worth  fighting    for 

 Slayer My apology is my  greatest weapon  like hellfire down  from heaven  just when you think  I’ll escalate  I’m on my knees  or prostrate  genuflecting  to the goddess  Desdemona  how “sorry” works miracles  how “my fault” cures cancers  how tears find their victims  in the heart of these skirmishes  and it ends with the warmth of love  it all makes everything  back itself up  and we can both admit that we really won

  General Obvious Poetry won’t feed the hungry  Songs won’t stop the war  That painting’s doing nothing  to combat global warmth  but in between the barricades  I might steal a kiss  just to remember what  we’re fighting for, general obvious  I used to think everybody  had rich interior lives  that art was an aristocracy  where everyone could fantasize  now that I’ve been in the trenches  longer than I can count  I see that the struggle starts early  and never really stops  now that I’m in the trenches  with my six feet blown off  I’d expose my lovers early  as life begins with art

 Throbs  everything’s connected  everything pulses  glowing on  frequencies lost to us  sometimes someone  pulls in our vibration  and then life feels  like a song  dark’s punctured  dirty streets shine  dull and monotonous  are transformed  it just takes you  and a little smile  where it goes  we don’t have to know