i wake,
relieve the weight of sleep and waste,
step into steam,
soap tracing circles
around the tender regions of routine.
brush teeth,
shave the stubble of another yesterday.
dress.
drive the known distance.
arrive.
......
if my life is guided by a void,
a h1 loop,
a h0 connection
(or mysterious mafia hands.)
a sheaf of actions,
give and take,
win-win type of collective
imperatives,
and voodoo rituals.
then chaos is always
......
i do not write poems.
i amputate time’s tendon.
cure its meat in the salt of stolen vowels.
the lizard’s tail is still twitching,
is my only royalty statement.
my poem is
a locally euclidean lie.
smooth in the small,
and
......
i wake,
relieve the weight of sleep and waste,
step into steam,
soap tracing circles
around the tender regions of routine.
brush teeth,
shave the stubble of another yesterday.
dress.
drive the known distance.
arrive.
......
if my life is guided by a void,
a h1 loop,
a h0 connection
(or mysterious mafia hands.)
a sheaf of actions,
give and take,
win-win type of collective
imperatives,
and voodoo rituals.
then chaos is always
......
i do not write poems.
i amputate time’s tendon.
cure its meat in the salt of stolen vowels.
the lizard’s tail is still twitching,
is my only royalty statement.
my poem is
a locally euclidean lie.
smooth in the small,
and
......