Fabric Painting

the last time i worried about japan

your face is on trial

in a sweepstakes

you're already spending

it like you're east of charlie

sheen

ninety people lost their lives

looking for an acrobat as

others prosper

a man is chasing a tsunami

i have lost significant parts

of september; we lost 11

years in your land

the wife is the capitol of my

heart attacks; this land is

nuclear reactors, the last

time i worried about japan

blow-dryer free, 2 offshore people

with ethics and song detention

i lost my wife international

i look for my wife and search

planet earth, i lost my wife house

i am him, a father, peak oil

everything is sweepstakes

no life; i lost my son, the study

shows i got to ride no better

i am lost in my needlework

one time united states has heroes

for hire, everything they reach for

toilet biography with comics in hand

the hint of a river

god is small talk and i am lost in the sky with the memory of your toys

u are shaving your head and never really died; my name is the memory
of your face; god was only acting, man; all my heads want u like an
invoice

u chat with the surface of god, no caterpillar argument

running from a loss of words, as always u go
head bopping, swap swap

has the surface got your tongue?

your mom's many teeth in the backyard
can i pick your disordered mind with
the hint of a river?

i never really died; are u shaving your hand?

i can't feel your futon; i can't feel your backyard

u can just change that tone of voice, missy

the invoices met with your head
amidst prayers for chocolate
intervention

no caterpillar double bed turned my head
bad haircut, back roll, the pimps of god

the moral of her television deep under the freezer

a soon-to-be-born child called for small talk

my father is upside down; my mouth is as
at the service center with a legal document

my heads are in the sky and u know where his hands are

i febreze all my worries away; i go home to prime numbers

a child is eyeball talk; i am the loss of a river

a small legal mind with the hint of half an argument

little light (for lena)

LITTLE LIGHT

who would put a bird in a box how can u talk to a book how could the sky turn bronze how can u put a man in the ground no duplication, no sun coming out of your skull, no moon coming out of your ear, no little man in your cheek no little girl coming out of your eye no face filling up your whole body the first nite of chanukah ancient pooh songs what did the bird do take a bath, rain, stay on her shoulder all day, ride an umbrella like a boat i got bored, it was a tropical bird eeyore is sad in the suburbs children sail away in upside down umbrella boats he only, everything was not a joke and u cant do anything u want unless u want your one-eyed face smiling off the page into opaque maroon, yellow tape, he only it was a long time ago, no it wasnt people are still alive from those days so he flew there, the woman followed orange sun bouncing in yellow green grass pink pajamas, the whole clan gathers to embrace and obliterate green words take my hand and they lived i know u wanted it to end that way little light, take my hand