i left the pans for you

i think this is ergonomically correct
sitting on a big blue ball, hands in my lap
feet flat on the ground. it makes my shoulders
go back and my breasts stick out
the way you like them,   neck   bent slightly
the curve exposed under piled high
tousled hair. trancelike
fingers on  the keyboard
betweem my legs i'm  one or two keys off
so some   typos remain.
just travelled over to yuku, it was a desert.
tracks of recent visitors in the gravel
no wind blows there, hermeticly opened and closed
a moray with a lolipop.
 scat on a negative time warp. you drop in
casually , furtively, earmestly, nuetrionic
t to see if the zoo's still open. it is
but the keeper only gets by sporadically
and most of the animals come and go \
similar to  you. and me. the writer, urnst
with an urn crossed by german since that makes it
authoritative in an uneasily riddled way
ak ak forty sevens openly displaying affection
for their owners, so far away from turning swords
into   pens, the mightier feared never more
than now. it's the SMing of society. i don't diss fb
cuz if not fb then Gp if not Gp then ummm
what was that place RM owns that absolutely no one goes to anymore
we're all at the latest club, downing memes like water
givin IPRs away like condoms, likin and sharin and wall blitzin
like we're the next beverly hillbillies. oh gimmee. \\





everyonce in a while i pull  both feet off the ground
and just balance on the top of this big blue ball.
it makes me feel both powerful and drunk
but not drunk with power. the only body i wanna own
is your own. :0



rollin like a celebrity











so the other day i had a four year old for about
30 hours. she left me alone for eight hours sleep
but other than that it was gimmee gramma gimmee.
not materialistically, tho we're potty shopping now.
i want this toy and gimme this toy and no only one thing
which turns into 3, cuz they're only a dollar so why not
she's not potty training. it was a failed metaphor.
anyway, i'm still recovering. cuz the day after i had her
for four more hours, after the work day.. you may want to call it
serfdom but i say  matter of semantics
 go read chomsky for clarification i don't have space
in the unlimited reaches of my blog to document
the obvious.
so she's a swimmer. i call her otter sometimes
bossypants too. she says she's a mermaid and her noodle's
name is flower, the orange seahorse.it's a good platform
for a good swimmer. i'm sure she's almost drowned
a few times, but she's persistent.i watch her, the book i brought
untouched. she will go in the deep end where a tumble
could disorient, down becomes up, the surface  too far above
she never closes her eyes. by the end of the day
they match her sunburnt cheeks. her smile is four years old.
i keep wanting to catalog the days and by this, miss them.
i call her by her mother's name, the same sunny smile
yellow hair, deep brown eyes. she looks also like her dad
but i never mix them up.
we walk back through the gloaming
where pinks and purples dance in the cirrus
she spies two groups of ducklings
with mom and aunties.they're so cute!
her battle cry as i tell her go ahead
see if you can catch one. she races along
pond's edge, across backyards , traps
one of them between her legs, bends
down to grab it when an auntie strikes at her
 missing on purpose.  she recognises
fledglings, no matter the species
they scare easy no matter the brave face.




















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i'm still not huring too much
though when i rose i felt the burn
in my leg muscles. i'm sure i'll need
aleve in the morn. i might even take it.


worldwide suicide

right now the maw needs blood
lots of it, drawn in myriad ways.
a manifesto is better than not, don't
shoot yourself in the boy's room
of your highschool without leaving a clue
jesus man, do you understand what that does
to the mentally  ill? little girls follow shadowman
down a blank path, all knives and castles in the forest
victims victimise with calvinball rituals.
puke it up revolutionaries call   anarchy democracy
call murder patriotism, call the needle and the spoon
we're heading home soon.
tonight a fb meme said be  like a magnet, like attracts like. wtf man
really?







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i didn't burn the pans,   that's why i left them.
you scrub them so much better, if not as quickly, as me.