cardiac

What of writing
that does not touch you?
I am inside the sun
and all touches me.
In my narrow line of life
I dream up all the splinters.
Waking quietly
walking outside
chewing still night
and rubbing my chest
over my heart
where pain dulled.

cookis for breakfuss

And the very best thing of all
there's a
counter on this ball
so skip it, skipit

two zingers four dollar tacos
vaguely that night i became less serious
even if i could've come back that day
paper of the same thickness

what an odd method
i reach into this bag
and put paper in my mouth
two times i took one
but it was homework

so whip it, whippet good
i sat on sunset stoop
make sure i can't leave
bring a friend, something
dumb in the short term

now regular unemployed
tendency to giggle job
work at temple
necronomicon job

never sounds like the moments
that come out of my mouth
couldn't get through the holes
couldn't get past their eyes

all night falls on a red brown house
it pisses itself from the central air
and gets dwarfed over the years
with more friends around the corners