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A Musical Clue, Ignored.

Throaty, rhythmic guitar rolls
Across the room and calms my hands.
His voice, like a cigar box angel
Pokes around my insides and opens my mouth-
It finds plenty of nesting spots.
I wait for you to turn around
To see each word he has sung
Poking out of me in relevant locations.

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Ode To Diphenhydramine.

we finally find the small aisle, the one i've been searching for.
pass the pink liquids and big white pills
and stop at the little blue ones.
look! you can get 50 caplets for $4.99.
Five dollars for twenty-five nights of sleep.
I do a restrained dance and compare prices.

the cashier does not know she holds
a near month of happy nights for me.
she tosses them in the bag with the chicken,
i jump. 

when we return home i put them down,
in an elevated space - the fruit bowl. 
and i stare at them for hours
until the clock finally flips over to 10pm.

i dream about dinosaurs in aeroplanes and
beautiful women drinking whiskey with me.

when i awake, the sky is gray and i am out of coffee.
in the excitement i had forgotten
that i'd still have to get out of bed.

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Weekend.

she caresses the parts of my insides
that i need touched
it's a hunger that matches my outside yearn
with ferocity and teeth

but

the windows don't know better-
they reveal a dusty strained light
or a cold lack of.
it leaves me queasy
there's no good season of the day
when it's passing.

everything gets tan and medical white
when the vacation's almost over
i go home bleary eyed sullen with:
dirty socks, upset stomach
three cigarettes, ten dollars
worn underwear and receipts.

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I Can Control.

I pause every couple feet,
my shoes and pant cuffs soaked.
I stop to save the drowning worms
pinkish-gray, nearly gasping
littering the sidewalk like leaves.

you pull on my coat sleeve
and say stupid boy-things
bruise fingerprints on my arm and
kick at the writhing worms.

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Memory On a Couch.

some one told me this piece of him:
that his mind fills every day with
images of his body,
ripped and destroyed,
on freeways,
in fires-
without emotion or reverie.
flying off cliffs
with no head and
bleeding genitals-
a daily silent film.

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Bleak, Coffee, Stupor, Gin.

severely fragmented flashes
lead to blank frustration
never computed to what
my body does,
what other bodies do.

it's not gluttony, it's emptiness-
i always have something in my hand.

the mirror in my mind grasps
at different concepts of myself
like a pawn shop
how much can i get for
this
other options
newer models.

i am happy i just
analyze
my mind numbers emotions
turns them into freeform jazz
writes down the melody and rests
that occupies me for hours
from a distance.

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Worms.

the sidewalks turn into rivers
soaking shoes that smack the concrete bottom.
rosy-cheeked and bleary-eyed
you stumble next to me, 
but my steps are meticulous, 
avoiding the writhing worms-
pinkish but corpse-gray on their deathbeds-
a public drowning.
I would stop and carry them to land, 
but you would make an ugly face
and say cruel boy things.
so i sacrifice their lives
for another moment of peace.