sea change

better than glass house

there is a grad student at MIT making herself wooden mattress.

i would like a bed of sand

sad sappy sweet hog fiddle

not to date things specifically. i am the woman in the white rags and petticoats, soaked till beige with salt and waves foaming up my shins. sand. timeless like an engagement ring. wake up in convenience store, lots of frogs, cast in ceramic. plastic glass. border emporium, a special sign reminding the ladies to always keep the rest door closed. fishing lines. peanuts. their inventory list may teach someone to read without grammar. slam down youth on a slab, syrup it and pick the savory up with chopsticks. i am, two, tired silent sleepless shudders for hours fast inches away from revolving possible junkyard. granules shaking in between ears. born aged . if the median of the highway where the authorized vehicles only wait were the bay, all the mirrors and hubcaps would be my jewelery and i would never stop measuring distance over time, spitting out numbers with abreviation behind.

mind still in gutter

-that boy looks like he gonna be ridden till the last stop on the train.
-new hair style: half pomp, and the tail of a fauhawk . halfpipe it is. let me get on my skateboard and slide the short skirt across your head.

men with crossed arms need to stop standing around.

ill lain

down late eating airless swoln shut windows, unsleeping.
blisterfuct
new word. paint, blisterfuct on the exterior of the house.
the girl, her face blisterfuct with tears, plucked petals from a funereal daisy.
in health class today, we saw a vhs tape with many blisterfuct sexual organs. the possibilities of insomnia are endless.

open wide

3 am. pregnant wife waiting.

nameless suburb

o ha! caw

is cemetary. slugs reach out for nutrient rich plants, eat them, shit them and decompose. we grow grass over their graves, build houses over mass burial mounds. what is the ratio of dead bug to dead human. in dirt. also, when was the first syringe invented. did the techniques come from jewelry making. needle industrialism. clock craft. bypass the filter, liquify your subjectivity, and shoot up some pennicilin today! little bumps come up from current lack of uninjected time. i have not stooped imagining hand towels as colonial castles when they are crumpled on the floor.