Updated Vaccinations

Albeit blankly
rabbi blood runs
the length of the room
the length of her tongue

I have a crazy idea

propositions are safer
my foe is the flu
how will i leave america
if i'm not with you

i have a weak mind

keys on my desk
and chapped hand in the air
always oh always
well never compare

No accounting for sleep deprivation

My underpants and the white unknown

Too bad I didn't write this:

A jinx of ink,
Lo the star!
All is chance,
Nothing planned -
Only the will
These words command
       -Zapano, House of Leaves

Spin Cycle

I've lost my belief
in dry cleaning
like it's a mythical thing
like it's the tooth fairy

it all depends on
how many clothes i ruin

The Sauced Chef

We were cooking
Always
watching Plantsie of the key limes
barren
A beautiful chunk of Romano
crumbling
Piles eudora, heaping:
peas, beets, tomatillos resting in papery shells
they climbed the rotting garden wall all summer

Attempts for Telly to interfere
thwarted, marital
but after so much planning he could create
syrups now
reductions
sauces
his favorite: sauces
I think don't give up. Don't give up.
in my opinion
what he Googled wasn't as good

Grand River Ave.

Watching
neverending cars go by,
thinking about insects,
parasites
and overpopulation

Deaf

Vying for space with no mud
slap down a micro fiber sleeping bag
very well, mash it into the ground
ponder a long adulthood of 30 years
lounge with campers who can't hear
a chunk a nobel peace prize around my neck
max out the philanthropy ye hopeful
instead of a ski trip, a cancun spring break
a holiday
this is mine

come to fruition oh butcher of leeches
oh child of hurtful exclusion
we mused over the error of assuming dull wit
biking through the forests they move
with nite gloss, their eyes sharper
only 4 senses

watch out for that tree,
Chief Muhammad Algonquin of the Knoll
i am your valet for these weeks
let your bony child's hands
hem the holes in my heart

Survive for Eve

Jug tips back
as cowboy's thirst burns
many spasms roll through body
lips zap with touch of liquid

path and thoughts were guided
by opinionated sergeant's corpse
unknowingly vex the path ahead
with nostalgic wistful inattention
to ascension through the canyon
while he thinks only of
his pin-up, Eve Chrysler
imagines they meet at brunch
the ok corral is just as distant

innumerable miles away
she lies unbuttoned

Oct. 29, 09

Tax

Accidents happen

Formalities

I wasn’t trying to avoid using a singular pronoun
“they” denotes more than one

Ethnic Fusion

Grace halted there, blinking, taking in her newest marketing creation. The sign read, “Don’t stop now, we’re on our way!” and featured two toddlers with building blocks and wide smiles on their slightly olive skinned faces. She admired the interchangeable facial features, the soft roundness of both noses; only the little girl’s eyes slanted slightly more than the boy’s. Grace regained her momentum and noticed her own tan skin and similar features for a brief second in a slanted shop window and slowed her step for another glance. As she reached her front steps she stooped for the plastic wrapped Laudermiami Free Press. She was proud to live in the city named to commemorate the start of her movement even though Fort Lauderdale and Miami no longer existed as habitable places. Since the climate had fluctuated, she no longer minded the East Michigan weather and how appropriate to live in her great-great-great-grandmother, Edi’s city since she was the first pioneer of Ethnic Fusion. Grace kept a framed copy of the famed Detroit Free Press article on her bedside table, Edi’s extremely pale face smiling back at her under the caption, “No Race is a Good Race.”
Grace had studied the 1980s, she knew how radical Edi’s ideas had seemed, how extremist, contrived. Little did Edi know that one day Southern Florida would naturally meld and that the rest of the country would slowly follow with or without her plight or the persecution that followed. Grace had reached her apartment while she was reminiscing.










Year 2136