a personal bibliography

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dollhouse refuse, stone in the brook, gunky canal,

antoine doinel, first person narrative, live at the bbc,

mcchicken sandwich, junior bacon cheeseburger, 5 piece nugget,

grandpa’s pipes, necktwitch, headbob, mary-kate and ashley it takes two,

pardon the interruption, around the horn, the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald,

empty late night bus stop, alan alda autographed 8x10 glossy, golf hazard,

batting cage, arizona iced tea can flattened by railroad tracks,

mallard, liquid cloud, marsville, safety town, 444-4444,

tom waits bootlegs horn section skipping stone, alex katz, prayer bead,

dudefest 98, savory crepe, nafta, kisses on oscar wilde’s grave,

shock doctrine, macintosh performa, gerbil with a broken back,

big bear warehouse heist, glenn beck’s poe in the backcountry,

duck tape, birdhouse decks, raisin bran crunch, path through wetlands,

these are the things ever I’ve seen these are the things ever I’ve known

only a pawn in their game

the things I’ve done for cheap ny apartment

bourgeois computer dad forcing me to befriend the daughter

the daughter running to arkansas looking for diamonds in shit

it’s recently constitutional to own fellow man

in mellow way           mom said they’d been good to me

I didn’t know what she was talking about but took her word for it

the violations were emotional

this is a gentle kind of subjugation I thought the best that I can get

the upkeep of water is permanent

the bourgeois buy me with their empty rooms

I am fighting them in every way

from the turret of their own house

I am fighting them with my dreams                       the question remains

my soul           do I get to keep it?

challenger

I live back in the air someone riding an explosion

up through blue clouds and sky

and back down again

in the space shuttle of the mansion which was really just gallons of fuel

            I live back

in the air riding an explanation that never relents

and never fails and never sums

                                                a global market awake across all time zones

           

film crews essentially piece me together

I ran a pirate ship a few years        too bad it exploded  leaving me here

back in the air                                                                       riding an {{{explosion}}}

soft parachutes

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a bad sonnet’s good as a good one

to the poet sluttiest of all artists

the house metaphorically burnt down

so she turned herself into the house

                                    I think you have a talent

for describing food               which is not actually a talent

as food practically describes itself

at least compared to a hundred other sarah’s out there

I spent my birthday with her          she spent hers with me

                        mostly on purposeful coincidence

            one conversation leaves       another conversation

walks in  I’m headed to the intersection of costco

and community college        my citations lie everywhere

not sarcastic justification of the way my parents raised me

the sonnet goes here

insert whenever you are ready

can it be

thin?

this is the edit

mom loves it

it’s requisite to worry about our children

but luckily she built us of her genetics and an intuitively chosen

dad’s   we’re incapably fucked up

that bad         no drugs         no fights         no drink

some light womanizing      pathetic       risky career aspirations

low self-esteem

     which kept us safe

thanks mom!