:)

these days, a smile becomes easier when there is nothing to it, really, except the double pressing of thumb; and you do not even really need to smile though the essential consolation for me remains that there isn't a frown saved on as automatic instead on this hurried interface

the good gynecologist

sentences and structures performing pedagogical
pregnancies are let down by instant scrupulous
surgeries, blistering beams and a
dry numbness of anesthesia
an autistic delivery
receive instead these
smaller replications as if
mother and child have been denied of petty form,
since these laws of birth only thrive on being written

the future in history

i can't help but wonder,

how does one rid an echo, a stain
or a history of timepiece inclinations
without purging the blood out of your own
stillborn conceivement raised under
youthful indiscretions?
and/or
how does one confront these
slipshod confessions or static
impressions without diminishing the ease
to swallow and digest the equally-current
life course transitions?

i can only keep wandering

water cycle

liquid water now cooled that has already once been boiled can again turn gaseous and reach boiling point but this time through mere dutiful evaporation so long as we are talking about the same water that remains in its original rectangular flask, for these tranquil transparent surfaces contain more volatile energies than any artificial flame can ever hope to offer;

more amazingly, these aroused atmospheric vapours will eventually condense above a different flask and in due time learn to take up its shape

(of course, some will inadvertantly fall back onto the site of its non-stop epic flight but they will find that the solid flask now assumes the more rounded structure of a bowl where there is now more room for congregation nearer the increasingly permeable surfaces)

the genius of rufus wainwright

his eclecticism his blueprint my saviour
from the daily grind
i stand enraptured by my chanced-upon epic
find of wails that weave between
his jungle of ingenious bass
staring out of glass nourished
i hear him bravely make his political
case while the other zombies remain
heavily under the spell previously cast
he has helped me break my mechanical
fast am i inside or outside?
i think of all these as the lights teleport the listening one
to join the only essential tribe
that seems to be missing its only son

many have said that you have become

many have said that you have become much too abundant and perhaps also too steeped but as i walk through your fronts and backs and shoulders there is much life in your charming lanes life that is no doubt changed but life regardless that has grown from the generous donated layers of the lives of others and as i say it to your modern face you have shown to be more than anything that the architects could have planned for as from time to time you reveal your grace to a few who cared enough to sweat and i thank you for this afternoon of pure embrace when i find myself perpetually head up high, feet slipping again and again losing myself exchanging breaths and juices with your children until i realize finally that you are your pearl, and as i leave you be, quietly my prints have already been etched onto your skin and i am weighted down yet alarmingly lighter as if trying to delicately slip into the other pearls that lay either beached or just in the way

skinny legs

my skinny legs to match my jeans
my hide-behinds that help gather my beans
my palpitations that render me lean
my page that is torn up by the dean
my scrubs to keep the insides clean
my flights insisting that i have been
my larva that i pour onto my kin
my lows very much in their teens
my words are as direct as is seen
my search for purposeful amnesia and requiem
my legs will outgrow my tight-fitting jeans

10 metres of tar, 1 little red man

2 metres of pavement, so i called out your name
was by here by is by there
i could only notice the colour of your hair
but you no longer smelled the same
and you could only ask why i was dragging this
(metremetremetremetremetre+month) between us, and to where
i hear the dice crack as you fist-fully reshuffle our constellation
cruelly revealing a brand new configuration that no longer
sparkled the same as our sands have all been emptied
just before you came ~ almost too cordially ~
this dusk has managed to coyly stuff these
(years months days) just beneath the (minutes and seconds) above my skin
starting from the (metres and yards) your glow that i see
where unsurprisingly as neither our fingers nor pallor
kept up with our increasingly redundant game
since (neither of us are to be blamed
and i myself) no longer smelled the same

controlfreak v.2

blood lips synched and thick gloves bleached
the cues on the floor are out of reach
stage sanitized to your fancy whim
X-shaped wooden stars dance above potpourri's prim
of amber varnish and shading vertical lines
we are now in a puppeteer's dream
your team (who's team?)
too anxious to satisfy your insatiable brim
or fill that awfully loose shoulder seam
question: how do you touch if you insist on keeping those fingers meek?
so i'd stop this streak my dearest and sweetest controlfreak

giantlerette

fee-fi-fho-fhump-Delilah's-triumphant-heart-this-way-comes
see-sigh-so-sorrow-who-would-have-known-it-to-be-this-narrow
scree-scri-scro-scurry-the-lesser-gods-flee-hurry!-hurry!
thee-thy-tho-thud-she-is-all-out-for-fresh-deity-blood
go-golia-goliath!-scorn-seeking-its-destructive-right-to-turf
slurp-slurp-burp-burp-lands-either-move-or-are-usurped
bim-bam-slim-slam-she-tightens-the-collars-of-them-lambs
sis-sash-cris-crash-Zeus'-gall-is-bathmilk-to-her-flesh
zig-zag-zig-zag-waywardly-waves-her-lonesome-flag
squish-squash-mish-mash-ironing-weeds-and-trees-lightning-flash
cree-cry-crow-crack-ruined-are-the-earthy-beans-of-Jack
flee-fly-flow-flar-afterwards-hers-(repostitories)-eternal-scars
zaa-zee-zam-zoom-watch-her-set-her-clock-to-the-howling-moon
tick-tock-tick-tock-hostile-is-such-love-borne-out-of-wedlock

controlfreak

minimal as the cues on the floors may seem
(with bleeding lips synched & thick gloves bleached)
the stage is fully sanitized to your fancy whim
X-shaped wooden stars dance above potpourri's prim
this is a puppeteer's designer dream
(of amber varnish and cascading vertical lines)
your team, your team
too anxious to satisfy your insatiable brim
or fill that awfully loose shoulder seam
question: how do you actually touch if you insist on keeping those fingers meek?
so i'd stop this streak quick my dearest and sweetest controlfreak

i probably shouldn't be but i am

i probably shouldn't be but i am my very own lionheart solar system self-sufficient please) ( polite as a tease that engages in this series of star wars for loot gravity is anchor to my defenses planets are glorious caves i cannot shed centripetal is my care
otherwise this system can always orbit somewhere else where yet another column of air is displaced yet another continuum of mixing cocktail atmospheres start all over

and
all over
again