CHICAGO CITY CHICAGO STREET

plus signs for eyes means youre high

'that's the ol inverted taj mahal?'

a keith haring baseball cap for my love

little bitty city farming 

long walk thru buildings with moody bible

take me off the pier if youre ankle

a this burger has NO BURGER op

TO PEOPLE, ON A BASIS

i feel
too lazy to express desire.
something is wrong
around the nose/throat ducts.
maybe it's permanent.
mostly could be.
more eggs tomorrow.
i didn't ask for much
the entire time i was a child.
if a person ever showed me interest,
and i'd have to lie to say that
no one ever did,
i would play it off in a way
that was cooler than anything else
i've ever done in this life.
cooler than what befits me.
it still fits me.
please hold this thing.
it's sick, it doesn't feel well,
and i want to know what you would do about it
if nobody asked you to.

SUCCESS

don't show me history.
give it my whole heart.
everything i do is because
mastics and oaks are different to cut through.

i had to fight someone with an axe.
i had to aim for places that would kill me.

what's a maid for. i don't know yet.
she grabbed the basket.
she packed a machete.
what will i have to do?

i love my country. i live here every night.
my country wants one thing from me:
the meat slack in the mouth of my decap.
now get out of my garden.

maybe i'll get to crush him with my foot
maybe i'll get to feel him screaming through the blade
without being indifferent to his language.

my mother wants me to fall in love
but it's my job to do this beheading.

yews and cloves are different thicknesses.
the truth might let me die
but it won't kill me.

i could run away yesterday.
for many years i'm a curiosity
striding dressed up at night to the camp.

"what's in the basket?"
when i get there it's full of sexy
expectations but there's actually nothing.

it's for your head.  it's so
i don't have to leave my fingers
in your hair
after i'm done cutting through your bones.

my country doesn't believe anything else
i do. my country might make me marry my rapist.
it puts in thumbscrews.

my dad showed me how to paint
but no one cares for like 400 years.

it's my beheading.
it's my beheading.

give me the knife i want my beheading
to take home with me. 

NO! I WANNA RIP IT ON SATURDAY WITH EVERYBODY ELSE!

he's in a mood. some worker put a rebar through a tire and it's over. he has a signal to us all: when he sits down to the piano we scatter at his pounding and never getting it right. i'm prepared to use my hoodlum tools to smart myself out of that racket. oh boy it smarts. i did raise kids with a clean mouth and straght hair. before that there was a different palette and yes sir i used it. i'll tell you i used it. i don't mind saying so, it helped me pay off my loans.

THE FLOCK LEAVER

are you my mother still

when i feed you 

when i say "this is why i'd be a bad parent! (all poems no promises)"

i'd be a good parent

except in the evolutionary sense.

my offspring will be equipped 

to be banishéd.

fake babys of the mind.

this is why i can't have a dog

i forget or a cat i forget

what suffer means

came from songs.

i got jilted once and now

the middle of my tree is jiltwood.

you will never convince me

that i'm not a puke bucket.

make me a jenga tower

put away the heir there.

this me doesn't need it soft or nice

this me needs it to durate 

least that's what my boots say.

i've fallen from standing height

i've jumped from tall walls

and pretended to be dead

to the horror of my sister.

if i die now before i make a person

it's her who will keep me best.

PRESSURE SENSOR OVERLOAD

show me light ringing the bell in that building

the ticking beerheart inside his little boy body

i've never thralled in a thunderstorm??

if i did i was too young??

i'll tell you now and i sure mean it

there's only my innie

between me and my drowning 

in the sin of silly whispers. 

MARK MY HIDE WORD

my vision opens up.

i've been in the electrocited for 

over a year and it's now. 

if the sky messes over anything

if a kick comes out of the sky

i hope it smashes your penis, 

Nebraska.

i'm finally home.

i finally have home

where i've been wading.