Nights and Rivers

Clouded skies are grey in the day,

But turn in cities puffy orange at night.

River water is brown on rainy days

But adopts its robes of color from

The sky come evening and night.

As I stand there watching the waves

As they flow beneath the bridge

I look up into a glade of sky and see

Stars.

why did you do heroin even once

for days she has been calling me from a million borrowed cell phones,
my old dead friend, my alpha poem super hero girl, you should be dead already,
walking through the world already zombie,
hi.

your super power is that you have a fucking black hole inside of you

did i know,
two summers ago, on a foldout couch in the lower east side,
this would be the last pb&j we'd share?

then, while we were fooling around,
i dared to slap you hard on the cheek
the report sounded like a gunshot in the quiet
room.
never did i fear your aggression, for i
knew this was a welcome transgression.

then you started using again despite us
and i spent months worrying about hepatitis

wait a minute: on the verge of poetic tidiness:
a million years ago, these same kids
are having a spitting contest sitting
on top of the half pipe at summer camp.

bang it out

shab kal oo eaohdn?

feiwewh!

ncnclwswpakpak.

Color Harmony = f(Col 1, 2, 3…n)*(ID+CE+CX+P+T)

                               Wherein col
                    or harmony is a function (f)
               of the interaction between color/s
           (Col1,2,3...n) and the factors that influ
        ence positive ae                    sthetic respon
       se to color: in                            dividual diff
     erences (ID)                                 such as age, 
    gender, perso                                   nality and 
    affective state;                                 cultural exp
     eriences (CE),                              the prevailin
      g context (CX)                        which include
        s setting and ambient lighting; intervening
            perceptual effects (P) and the effects
               of time (T) in terms of prevailing
                  social trends: (Col 1, 2, 3…n 
                         )*(ID+CE+CX+P+T)

CAPABLE

Once I put in all the storm widows, thirty something, and if I’d stayed awhile would have hung the Christmas lights too. It is easy, convenient to be incapable. Convenient and not real.

No childlike ebullience. I was standing like a paper doll,we were standing behind the rope swing,the river as unbelievable as always. The story doesn’t end somewhere. Poinsettia petals on the crumb covered plaid – nor hangnails.

Yet I have lifted up and down all day, carrots from the cellar cold to the countertop above, and in the car, floating like a water-ride, one of those three seat log vessels that dip between the hills.

SOUNDS FROM A WALL

STACK

STACK

TIC

Du mudre ewe sien tu

TCLACK

CLACK

CLACK

STIP

pfuge

KIDACK

KIDACK

DACK

DIK

I am a cabbage patch

It's only for a minute now I can feel like a badass.

Robert Pollard, I was too young then to be faking it.

nobody knew you but me,

and that is still so legit.

BEEETTER YET LETS ALL GET WET ON THE TRACTOR RAPE CHAIN!!

I refuted to my little brother:

it is more meaningful if it takes many listens to find what's beautiful.

I still like 'bad' voices more. I can hear how they're trying.

and what is so alluring about your lethargy aggression?

I don't think it's right.

you and your dude guitars I am so sentimentally attached,

you make me feel awesome but you've coopted 'awesome'

sometimes I have to punch a pillow,

but mostly I'll stay in neurotic and serene,

between.

but I feel tough when I wear my hiking boots with my short skirt and it would be okay to

feel like that more,

and now, I'm listen to you warble croon.

SHE RUNS THROUGH THE NIGHT AS IF NOBODY CARES!

SHE SCREAMS AND SHE CRIES AND IGNORES ALL THE STARES!

SHE WANTS ME TO COME but I'm never going there!

THE GOLD HEARTED MOUNTAIN TOP QUEEEEN DIRECTORY.

you've got me pegged, don't be so derisive.

fear of going there,

you'd have it.

you are winning by far

with your low fi guitar.

I overheard someone describe me as conservative once, and it made me mad.

As I fall asleep last night I finally respond

I am not conservative, I am just dogmatic

I AM NOT CONSERVATIVE, I AM just dogmatic.