shit i found

In their apartments:
Thich Nhat Hanh and
Fall On Your Knees.
Tibetan Book of the Dead.
The anole in the freezer.
Xbox and ex-box (photos,
old gifts, junk).

A postcard from Mandela's
prison cell. Instructions
for how to make a bomb.
Goldfish in bowls. Knife.
Pilsner flag
from a beer box.

In their beds:
Beer box. Gravel.
Ticks. Small dog.
My earrings. Playstation
portable. Pencil leads.
Lost bra. Cat. Remains
of lost bra. The needles
used to pierce ears,
and a skin rash.

date interview

What's the most illegal thing
you've ever done?

Did you ever date E.?
Really? She showed me
pictures of you.

Are you nervous right now? I'm not
nervous.

Really?
What's your ethnic
background?

Are you blushing?

Are you that kind of person?
Would you have left because I
was late?

Do you think I'm an alcoholic?

Why are you even interested in me,
anyway?

list #2

I wish I was a poet.

We are going to tear up this city
and the Ganges. I am high
on your beautiful mouth.

Where are you from? It sounds
a lot like home.

Your guts are all over the floor.

I just had my first. It was great;
she was in and out.

I'm not just a story.

I'm glad I'm not the only person
who's ever been in love like that.

You were robbed. I feel ambushed.
I've only ever heard you read
love poetry.

Your last one, killing me softly.

list #1

Angry e-mails.
Hugs. Kissing.
A gasp, once.
Questions about the truth.
About home.
Hookah and crepes.
Joints and cigars, handshakes.
Fifty-five dollars in cash.
Butterfly kisses and more
angry text messages.
Kahlua shots.
An audition.
Wildflowers and rye.

Today

You stop to help me push my car
Out of the intersection at Clarence and 8th
Where it has broken down in the left turn lane.
Leveraging with hips and shoulders,
I can feel myself,
One year ago,
In some parlour game,
Blindfolded, on your lap,
And you are rubbing my back
Like a stranger.
We have just met
Again.

Yardage

Ask me for signage or language
And I will give you more.
I will give you verbage,
And, for the hell of it,
Adverbage, nounage and adjectiveage,
and garbage.
I will write blunt synopses for the TV guide:
"Everyone Leaves" or "They Don't Get Back Together,
Even Though You Thought They Would."
I will spoil the ending.

Space and Time

No tesseract, please,
No higher planes of being or geometry.
Just give me time,
Just give me space.