Bunny Blues

Before I had Tilda, I came home to an empty house between 6-8:30. I laid down and turned on the television and thought about the books I wanted to make or that I should be making. Sometimes I made books. Sometimes I just shut off for an hour or two. During those hours nothing and no …

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Bad Mommy

This is the fridge and. This is where the bottles go and where the wine is. Here’s where and how you will sleep. I hope you sleep. well. The word for what gets taught is curriculum, yes? not curriculum but content. not content but value. ephemeral. wind. when I blow hard upon her face, she squints and it is little …

let fly a little fart of knowledge

Baby Sonnet

here here here is baby way too mired in rubber rings and leftist leanings: meaning she’s rolling over now. A little gyre of hands and legs and head proceeding fitfully into history. Spitfully. It’s writ on the rags of overwashed elephants and throwaway pinks and the bunny infantry (could I) would I curb this development? …

my honeycomb. my bunnyloam. my funnyhome

3 months & 8 days older

Some of it is an onion to the extent that crying is nigh. Crying is high. It is both imperceptible and imminent and arranged in off-pattern jazzishness. A little uh-uh-uh / aaaahhh-ahhh. & come I hither in a glaze of unctuous loveydoveries, buttery buns, something’s got to smooth the rough pits in my honeycomb. my bunnyloam. my …

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TS is TS

  I should have been a pair of chucks, slightly used, whose prior smokiness wafted out of the shipping envelope and into my life. I should have been a pair of eggrolls, microwaved on high for precisely 2 minutes, during which time a PF-Changs-like dipping sauce can be arranged. I should have been a pair …

The things I know poetry isn’t. The worms that eat my lips.

Fk fk fk fk fk

When I am making waste of my vision, seeing as how it’s tinsel and leaves, I blow through times I was nearer and dearer to posie and land plop on this rotten desk amongst the everybody-things. The things I know poetry isn’t. The worms that eat my lips. Sense of air in my mouth, having …

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chicken dress

I have a chicken dress for the codeine addressing me meagerly with the 2 straps I have for legs, a sense of face refacing the dress I wear & tear on Easter. Pester me less with your thickening phelgm. So god I cough for all the brethren Joseph installed on the walls of his psychedelic …

said the lamb

The Quiet

is a blind house. [note to self ] Therearethese /// slats of grass /// where calves shruggle to nose it. I nose it too but only, only as drags my lookout up the drive. Homeswhere I have some hard salami & string cheese, pleased to be so settled & groan: done in original French, then frozen so later can later …

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Rooms

Alpharetta A&B  2nd Floor Office Space Downstairs E Café Area Rooms 586 & 588 Redfish Rooms Open Space / Offices 4th Floor CX03: Rocky Mountain Room Strawberry River, L’Anguille River Valley A & B Room 14000 6UC7/9 Café Alcove A CCA5: Singapore Executive Servery Second Floor Cafeteria Casablanca Rooms A & B Orange seating section …

Jake-and-Noel

Rework Redux: Having Had

Ones attached to my calves and arms to my goat and rode horses mostly pasture horses looking bent and simple. “Pretty Much” is what I have: goodtimes, great hits windsound which is some sound on the lips of my appropriator. God what didn’t I know about old blood. Walking the dogs afterwork in simple syrup, …

The call of my people is changing always changing

Rework Redux: Sitting Pretty

Sitting Pretty Soon as I make a perfect cotton replica of myself. I’ve already sewn the arms and they are stowed in a hatbox. Henry Noah Manly Klinger. Enzo Iguana Alyosha Klinger. Henry – “hen” Noah – “no” Manly – “man” Enzo – “Zo” Iguana – “Iggy” Alyosha – “Allie” Things that need to be …

They go on forever.

cakey

A little lot of plumcake. A layer a little like a pushpin. A stinky and often miscarried remainder. I have no heart for it. O  it! so marked I don’t know the reassurances I make to myself. I lay my little bitty in position. Softly, softly coughing the cuter to see me so whitely and …

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Losing the Day

  Losing the day to coffee, altogether altering the makeup of my motherboard, my motherbearing, my mothermail. Penny Puddles Pendergast. Day being the blamee. Day sans glory. Day on the workhorse, see horse, as all that is decidedly yonder floats past. That bomb is weak and brown. My skydrive is syncing. Blessed Day, let us …