ignorance when the need for illusion is deep

--saul bellow


outside, longhorn steakhouse lit
by early evening sun. professionally
manicured parking lot islands dot
the ground. clay holds water the sprinkler
system delivers at 2 p.m. prompt.


wish it all away and it haunts you
ignore it and a feather lands in the lawn-
a txt, a break in the routine of loss & its
opposite, the queer cardboard-against-spokes
whine of a deccelerating truck. doppler

memories sing,  sirens with helium voices.
reflect in the mirror, see how pretty the tears
in the fabric, let's keep it that way till friday.
neurotic and self involved is just my seed,
divided by new york speed equals a fiery steed.

let's ride.







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my frenz is lilly allen and amy winehouse
lilly shows me how
to do it and amy shows
me the way i keep doing it.
sorta. lol. not talking fame babee
talking at long last love too good to be true
believe it
isn't.





trust me when i say it's ok.













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so what am i doing here in the prefecture of perry?
mundane bidness in the early teens.
snafus unsnaffed at your service.
talking sensormatic talking packaging
talking circuit boards and soldering irons
capacitors and broken hearts...ummm...parts.
can't do nothing bout that typo.



they gotta pool. barely used.
bluer than anyone's natural eyes.
i'm swimming in that. under
a georgia peach cloud, as
the sun stretches back and floats
to the other side of the sky.