don’t want to
date
don’t
want to
marry
just
want to
be
someone
you want to
kiss
someone
you want to
trust
someone
you want to
know
will
love
you
like candy

i am a feather
i am
a
cloud
i am
fire

i am a cigarette
i am
cancer
i
am
sorrow

i am an erection
i am
a condom
i am
a
vagina

i am a therapist
i am a
criminal
i
am
president

i am nothing
i am
stupidity
i am
forever violent

and i want to change

my mom
is
eating
ice cream
and watching
reruns
of
seventh heaven

and jessica
biel is in
california being
jessica
biel

and that guy
who
played her
brother
the foil to
sherlock holmes
named watson
as
my
mom
readjusts
her
comfy chair

i remember
chemo remember
the nurses who
worked
oncology

i wonder if they
watched
seventh
heaven

and the place
was
crowded
people waitng
for the
chance to
sit in
the
comfy chair

this was no
seventh
heaven there
was no
actor playing
a
deacon no
actress playing
a
deacon’s wife

we are alone and
i
am
always
reminded

had a dream
pulled
early on
do not let
that
happen to you

maybe it was
and
do not
want
to do that
ever again

visited
a painting once
when i left
took some
color

stayed forever
in
my eyes

it was an
experiment
seeing
how many days
i could go
before
cleaning the sink
scrubbing the toilet
eating off the floor
with the cat
waiting
for the table
to get
cleared

growing up in
the jungle
part
guns and roses
mostly
mr lewis

wishing
my mother
wrote taught
history
according to women

she did
just never got
published

until now

found it in
a cook book
titled
roasts and stews

missing you mom

you skipped a part
forgot
the fun and games

always working
edison
had a lab
in jersey
you had a basement
in south chicago

edison with
imaginary electric
you
with a paintbrush
and instructions
from mary shelley

albert
is a fucking hard
name
for me
to love

calling albert

we
meet alot of
people
there’s joe
there’s mike
there’s betty

now
i watch
the movie
backwards
from the ending

that’s
when i met you
that’s
when we had a fight
and we left

that’s
when i got
a flat tire
that’s
when
you pulled over
and helped

that’s
when i met my mom
for the first time
got to look
into
her loneliness
and love

does time run out
the answer is
maybe

in heaven
there are pictures
of florida
beaches
sandals
chairs
to sit and
watch the air

and hell

later today
the earth will
move

never saw you cry
did not
sit around here
crying

what is
wrong with this picture
would ask
you
would say
nothing

on it went

thru ice storms
a growing season
a family of chip monks
a hatchet
phone calls
anticipated

thru it all
searching
for nothing
or something
quiet