Showing posts with label Mike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mike. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

meditation on breaking up

My medicine cabinet is filled with ancient shit
and some of that ancient shit
reminds me of other things

There is an old bottle of acne medication
given to me years ago
by someone I haven't seen in years
sitting in my medicine cabinet

"My sister never uses this stuff, so I took it from her"
The bottle of acne medication is almost empty
I'm reluctant to face this fact
It's like saying goodbye
again



Sunday, January 23, 2011

For the sake of a host

Wind howls against a 22 story apartment building just above Chelsea
There are three people inside
One is sleeping
One is awake
Another is awake

A window on the 19th floor looks out onto Manhattan
Behind it there are three people
One is dreaming
One is laughing
the other is tired but trying to stay awake

Buildings howl when the wind hits them
And sometimes people sleep
sometime people laugh
and sometimes you're caught in between

Resonance is always PERFECT

A shrinking poem about friends

talking to a friend helps you realize how ridiculous you sound
shifting your food to make it look like you're eating
A good friend knows when you're hungry
I hope I was some help to you
Do me a personal favor
go fuck yourself
I love you

Memory Box

Vodka in a water bottle
and crumbs falling out of the bottom of the toaster
like water
Collect in the corners of the same places
as the crickets and the grass
and the firefly masks
glow and quiet glow and quiet
and get broken open by sneakers
sometimes when they're glowing
sometimes when they're quiet
always better when they're glowing

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Lucky one

My mother knocked on my door before going to sleep
There is cake
The family brought it

It was a warning
There was a good luck charm baked into the cake
Noone had gotten it yet

There was more cake left over
but the family took it with them when they left
So they might have gotten the charm

They probably got the charm
It was just a warning

I cut into the cake just after 1 am
I saw the charm immediately

I knew I would get it
Good things were happening

I bit into the cake
One bite
two bites
three bites
I was able to take this charm in my mouth
it hit my teeth and was heavy

I examined it
it was hard like a big tooth
or a piece of a broken toilet
or a dusty statuette at your grandparents house

I took it out of my mouth and held it
It was heavy and shaped like a bag of gold
a word was printed on it

I put it back in my mouth
I licked the rest of the cake off of it
and it hit it against my teeth
and I swallowed it

I am the lucky one
"Farine"


sympathy for the drivel

I like that crucifix
Jesus looks like a pirate in it
I don't know how to get stoned
but I NEED A FIX!

The snow feels warm to me
I'm sick of naturally selfless people
boring boring sympathy

Boring boring boring boring boring

J/K

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Kentucky Fried Chicken in "Off the Highway", USA

My friend recommended that I try Kentucky Fried Chicken
So when I passed one on the highway I pulled into the parking lot
My friend recommended trying the Crispy Chicken
So I waited on line

I told my friend I'd call him back

Theres a group of young men who talked loudly to each other
As an act, for those around, I pretended to be with them
The quiet one

They were talk loudly
and I felt like I was with them
lonely and resenting

I sat at a high table, overlooking the eating area
My friends were still on line
There was a group of white people sitting in the corner
No one was talking to each other

I didn't think they were together
But they were
from toddlers to old men
After the first drumstick I realized they were talking
quietly
the quiet ones

I finished my food and left, nauseous

I walked outside for the length of a basketball court
before I turned around and walked back
I dumped my Mountain Dew in a zig zag motion
Just outside the door
In the snow

Because it looked just like piss

Honey

bees go into honey wells
Even though its dark
Sweetness calls

Monday, January 10, 2011

Philadelphia Freedom

I once overheard an old woman talking about 1976
She mentioned how crazy everyone was
The biCentennial Was fucking with everyones head

There were many cults
and many orgies
and a radiant buzz in the air
I wonder in what capacity that old woman was there



Seashells

Brainwashing the sea shells - by rolling them around in the bathtub
Hypnotize the downstairs neighbors by the sound
Thud thud high heel shoe thud thud? thud

I used to have a pair of hard heeled shoes
men would turn to stare when I walked behind them on the street
Thinking I was a seashell rolling around in a bathtub
hoping to be hypnotized, brainwashed thud thud

Drain the water, cold now, from the bottom of the bathtub

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Angel Dust

Why did you peel your skin off
and feed it to your dog?
I'm afraid of leaving
because I'm going soft

Don't have any worries
when you're here with me
Cut your pills from the chunk they gave you
and lay off the PCP

Let's watch TV

Everybody needs somebody
to worry with
Someone to go with you
up to connecticut

Everybody needs
a friend to stop worrying with
someone to help you
to not give a shit

You and me

Friday, January 7, 2011

Dreaming of what I'd do to the Cheetah (from the zoo calendar picture)

I am grabbing at the face of a wild animal
Mashing and scratching and mushing up it's face

I can't tell whether i'm being affectionate
or retaliatory
Eyes closed mashing and scratching

My hands are cut from the mouth of a wild animal
it has run off and my hands are clenched
I wanted so badly to feel that wild animal's face

A late night talk with my mom

Whistling radiators and candy bars evening out the scores
I hear and taste and feel the heat
And when I wander in at night
I kick the snow off of my feet
And I quietly close and lock front doors
And we can sit and whisper about the latest developments in exploitation
but she wont say who and I wont ask
at least not now

That explains the text message from Tuesday
Yeah, It's confusing
It's all confusing
curse all the choices because of the choosings
Shhhhhh
If he heard, he'd lose it

And when I walk into bathrooms
when everyone else is asleep
and everything is dark- really dark
a quick beat
a quicker beat
before I turn on the light
because monsters might not just live in laundry rooms
super late at night




Thursday, January 6, 2011

I love cops

WibbleBee WombleBee – Blue
I met a Kangaroo
Wambledee Wonklebee POP
We got stopped by a cop
I said, “Hello”
Roo said, “Oh no”
And hit us both with a rock

(Co-written with Chie M. and Lauren B.)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Karen

Maybe YOU'RE being a little paranoid
because YOU feel a little guilty

Karen drives me crazy sometimes

When was the last time I had my period?
It was back during the the week of the 14th
when you had that bad cold

I thought she was a bitch when we first started working together

I think I love him, Mike
It's different from the other times
You can tell, right?

I think he's the one

It's hard for me to feel happy for other people
I don't really know why and it worries me
but I think I feel happy for her

Because she is my friend
and she is in love

I think you've officially lost it
2011 is the year where you will officially become a lunatic
oh STOP it



Monday, January 3, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

A crush on a Social Worker

My Uncle Steve is in a hospital in Belleville, New Jersey
It's a shitty town and everybody looks shitty in it

Uncle Steve's partner's name is Angelo
They've been together ever since I was a little kid
He laughs when I call him Aunt Angelo

I drove to the hospital today and signed in
I looked at the names of the other people who had visited
I saw Angelo and read what it said under "Relationship to Patient"
It said, "Partner"

Aunt Angelo is at war with the New Jersey Mental Health System
He usually yells at everybody in the hospital
and threatens to report them to his "friends in Trenton"

The visiting room smelled like hot dogs
It was disgusting at first but then it made me hungry
I couldn't tell if the smell was really from food

Uncle Steve came out and his pants were falling down
I could see he was wearing black bikini underwear
They took his belt away when he came in

Uncle Steve said he has a crush on his social worker
and they didn't let anyone watch the ball drop at midnight

A muscular man interrupted our conversation
He said, "sorry to interrupt but I need you to sign this, Steve"
He was genuinely apologetic

When he walked away, Uncle Steve said, "See, I told you"

I drove Angelo home after we left

This time, last year, I bought bikini underwear at a department store
I tried to wear them but they were very uncomfortable


Saturday, January 1, 2011

Late January First Poem

the Snow Melts and drips into the gutter
the Gutter runs and drips into the sewer

Birds fly
Sometimes they fly together
and together fly up into the sky