virginia

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

albert

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

backwards

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

 

of florida

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

volume

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

talking

still talkin’ shit
i can hear it

what’s wrong
with being strange
writing
not writing
dreaming
lying
dying
carrying
a load so heavy
and
impossible
to put down

we will
take care of that
a team of movers
adept
agile
even good at
solving
the unsolvable

 

the strange part

here’s your dad
carrying you
in his arms

we were
in the shed
unpacking photos

somehow
you had pictures
from
1697

“where did you get
those”

not sure
found them
in this box
and
that’s not
the strange part

here”s your dad
carrying you
in his arms

 

post modern

please
walk thru the
door
open the beer
drink it
from the can

lite a cigarette
have 2
drain the can

tell me ashtray
about love

blaze

accused
of not being
sensitive

looking for real
men women
anybody

drunk
singing hymns
kneeling
holy
for imagination

me and god
on a park bench
feeding pigeons

so great full

put
2
stupid men
in the same
room
make one a
dictator
the other one
president

expect
a great outcome

thanks,
the world

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