To C. D.,

In my brilliant circle mind,

Wriggling Carlos Wriggling

Not only is my mutation

random,    it's true,         too

of                     luv

common          phenomenon.


You stare out the blinds to see
the source of that noise,

do no-thing,

                     and some guy out
the third story window will tell
those two young men to stop

filming.

many summers

destroyed         what

little                 innocence (
with it,
           
privacy,
                               I had sense

one

          summer   was

just                
blunt
                               on a roof

materia

Little can get away with a lot
before I knew it, I had spent
over $300 on recovering
   my adolescence

And in all that time, didn't
write a single poem.
   
             -- Quyen?
           
Yeh?
             -- Did you go into my room?

Yeh.

             -- Did you play my piano?

   Yeh, I jammed on it.
   I showed you how
   to play FFVII's theme

thru and thru
waiting for the horrible
pang of reality

    after all
    
                     credits roll