Bad Day Blues

I forgot that life was fragile
For--what seems like years but really
adds up only to a little while
I once bit the head off a little glass turtle
to see if I could
I keep the shell in a place
I haven't yet forgotten to return
and it reminds me that my mouth makes sense
That was a time
so like now the future seems uncanny.
I know it is not.
I went home to tell a soul like mine
The Irony of the morning.
A fat dead rat upon my stoop
shook me up.
I never go home at ten A.M when I know
I must leave near eleven.
To myself, I thought, a smack in the face
from the universe
for being naughty,
lay before me.
Now I see I cam home so
my sensitive soulmate
wouldn't walk it alone.
I hid her from the hardly horror
of the rat. I cursed to myself.
I had to go it alone.
I'm glad I came home and I'm glad--
We walked it together.
Saw pain together.
Two sensitive souls. Swimming--
in a sea of sharp edges.
Everyone watched it all happen
and I imagine they were fine.
A glimpse of blood,
limp limbs, grimacing youth
was enough to suck the day up
through a straw.
I never go home at ten A.M
when I know I must leave around eleven.
I never thought, till now, if I didn't
She would have to go it alone.
A Shitty Bronx Apt. / 2013

I Remembered What "Hello" Meant Yesterday

I feel very alive
should i repent?
is a little bit of deadness
the severer of civility
and softness?
But i'm hard as a
sharp tack
sticking together
is the death of me.
All of it
feels so good
in its rawness.
Paralyzed.
I'm afraid that I
don't understand
the scope of things.
My love--
Don't tempt me fait
I believe in you
ya Dirty Devil
STREAMLINE THE COMMON SIGN
AND REST
FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
A Weird Time / 2013

Science

When a Scientist is a poet as well,

The whole world stops at his feet.

I found an atom under a book of stories about boisterous men

And then I remembered that it wasn’t really there

I didn’t really find it

And I don’t belong here.

Yes, I don’t belong here like my shoes don’t belong on my feet

Because I stole them from the bowling alley down the street

And they have a warrant out for my arrest

A gift card and two sticks of bubble-gum

If I chew it up nice and thick

Maybe I can make a covalent bond out of the tiny bits of paper

I’ve been thumbing for

While drifting into stubborn solitude

And puffing on infinite swallows

Of scientific smoke

That I forgot the name for

But it’s okay because

NO and NO still mean

I can’t learn this

When I read them aloud

I think I understand

Why Darwin never wrote poetry

To fit the rest of us
A Library / 2013