BLANK APHORISMS

this is how they are, now.

the clot of them makes a body

that walks quickly without thinking.

its brain drops out in eyebombs 

that spray blinder visions on impact.

in the rug pieces of glass 

and food exist together. 

they would do the same in the mouth 

and maybe in the stomach, 

but through a latter threshold they become enemies.  

only one makes the body do something nice, 

like grow.

but weird elements

can interchange 

in some body-building

such as The Game of Cootie

though it doesn't have to be a game.

any part of any game can be

handled as a whole.

my draw four icon card

my ten green chinese marbles 

are complete.

here i am

stupid orant.  

looking cannot tell you 

when glass is the temperature 

of cell death

i finally learn in chemistry

after a decade of burning my fingers.

i get it

and go on burning my fingers

knowing that NO ONE can tell

with their eyes how hot glass is.

this is an EVERYBODY deficiency.

someone has to

hand me a glove

before i make

a connection to put

between my fingers and glass.

pieces like this are too many to put right.

i will climb out of the clot later,

when i am ready.

its head is down 

through the blowing trash

that food is taken out of.

its ears are closed to the wind. 

the invisible ground 

is shifting in clips

under drifted images.