saturn makes diamonds

or some kinda jewel.

so right, i leave my lights on
battery dead again. the sky
has serious lightning in the east
and setting suns in the west. people
i've worked with for 26 years
don't even turn their heads
as they try to beat
the storm. i sit in my broke ass car
waiting for them to ask or say
bye or something but no one
looks my way, most especially not
my ex friend whose ignore ance
still tears me up these eighteen months later
good thing we weren't lovers.





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i came to terms with poverty
by valuing try. end run around
the out of bounds, thumbs up for
participation. . there is do
and there is do well. neither sits
on its ass.













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the raggedys get a makeover




i found a sock of yours
in the sock basket. single,
abandoned, outgrown.

andy: armless, gutted, candy heartless
piebald, stuffing spilt, you push it back
inside, asking who did this?
when is andy going to the doctor?.
his foot is chewed but he still has that mona lisa smile.
his twin fared better. only her skirt missing, one foot
empty, collar torn off. both are stained.

it's a hello kitty sock. i cut the top kitty
off and pull it over andy's evisceration.
the elastic holds nicely. the green stripe
matches the toe,  cut into a hat that hides
andy's bald patch. there are , as yet, no arms.
the feet are still missing. he says they itch
and he can't scratch them. but he likes
the new stomach. please don't hide,
he begs,a piece of candy inside.


annie has a new pink hairbow
it matches her hair but shiney.
the middle of the sock is her new skirt.
she's glad andy and her are twins again.
her missing foot itches too
but at least she has the skin and hands
  she leans over and scratches andy's stumps.
















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it's ok now, you can go.
i think we had a good time
back then but the ghosts
are getting weary and thinner.
it's time to make the next
best times of our lives.
they'll  only be pale if you keep them
in the past's shadows.


here now. be


















:)


yoda speaks and the crowd
wants to hang him from the cynic tree.
with a bed sheet. let him dangle.
and jerk. till his bug eyes go dead.

don't you feel that way?
murder all around you? even your reddit group
full of american psychoze?


crows line up along unused phone lines
crossing estrella and clark with a quiet
menace. it's like, ok sybil. just because
you stopped listening , the portents still speak.
the long thickish black
 flock crossing the sky at dusk
remote water caligraphy brshed
over  crepuscular neon ships
and canyons looming
 with lighting lasso to  capture the last
wild horses released by  prism
into the spectrum of genocide and grackles.



and please
let's not perpetuate the yahoo sideline circus
that is reality show journalism. thank the singular multiplicity
we were
we were singluarly togethering

multisingular.

thank multisingular oh that is clunky isn't it?
singmult

singulti


oh kay, my new name for god in all its forms is singulti.





can we get an amen on that? life uni and dougy a.  singulti.!
all praise singulti. bashalam a ah led hey ya , ahhhh man
it's still religion. what if, say you were a free radical
travelling between the cell walls, just kinda bouncing in and out
giving the RNAs something to think about, i don't think
an organization kinda thing would work for you
so you'd just keep pinging down the bloodstream
till you were out of site, singulti.

























*(&


i was thinking, and it bothered me
that i can't really love you
and have you at the same time because you
have to be who and where your life is making you
into and innocence is for the bardo.


why did you destroy those dolls? not once.
several times. now you want to play with them
want me to fix them up but they won't be the same
and i do not want to haunt them when i'm gone.
woah were did that come from. the freaky tales
of key west  dolls --chucky's reality base.
the raggedys are the only dolls in the house.
  you dn't play with dolls very often
at your house/ prolly gramma's house
is more sedate.








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so ima go to the hospital and instead of getting sewn up
i'm getting cut out. the place where you came
uninvited yet somehow welcome. woman's
blessing and bane, this organ we hold inside
waxing, waning, needing,bleeding
i remember catching you as you fell , my soft fields
cradle you. rest now my li'l one.. go dark
go deep into saturn's furnace and forge a self.
that's how we all begin.  in mom's  crucible of skin
blood fueled,  V8 hormones, geronimo eyegleam./


















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been saying for years
let it stop. barren by choice
but not childless, i bled for nothing.

let it stop. but i didn't think
it would have to be, like, ripped from me
because it misbehaved again. oh well,
i guess the sometimes we have to cut out the darkness
so it doesn't bleed us dry.
i think i'ma miss it but it's better this way.
i hear i'll have more energy. i could use a vacation from tired.
go out into the sunlite, watch the doplets puddle into diamonds
inside the elephant ears. get lost in the reflection.