when we reenact st. sebastian

i will thrust a score of arrows

and caress your black licorice hair.

syrupy mouths will waltz whilst

secretly canonizing one another,

one-two-three, one-two-three until

the rich buttercream dawn cries

“gentlemen, last call for drinks.”

sweat and sunshine will be to us

as olive oil to the bathers of rome:

we will wash ‘til smooth and slick,

our bodies hot gold on the anvil

of some hapless blind blacksmith.

wearily, i’ll grab the shafts and pluck

the arrows out, mopping blood

with doilies and sweet coconut,

famished for your resurrection.

It’s a problem with forgiveness I have:
Smoking cigarettes outside to save your Dad’s life.
How does it work to do it?
Well, at least it doesn’t hurt to try.
But can’t I see the best person to have?
Miserable, living alone with his wife
Minimum anything can’t cut it
And who says it does?  Liars.
Liar, liar pants on fire
A couple of stints right in the vein
A couple of stints to keep playing this game
Besides the attack, everything’s the same
A couple of nothing is two to your name
Well, I forgive you, even if it is a problem
And this cherry will burn to the cotton
Before I say I love you
And when the stints won’t fix it
And it clots all around
I’ll remember to say
That I loved that one sound
Of you snoring when you were in bed with my Mom
And I snuck right upstairs after sophomore prom
And I was wet from the hot tub and I set my alarm
For one thirty p.m. to tell you how late I was gone
I was dealing with English when that phone rang
And I couldn’t pick it up
Because I was in class
And it didn’t bother me much
Because it got Mom out of the house
I was all alone to hear the news.
You were moved down to Lansing
Because all heart surgeons are different
Because you’re problem exceeded emotional emergency
And I got caught up in dependency
And the minimum thing, with the currency
And I felt really bad, because I knew you would miss me
And I have become accepting
And I really do love you.
And even if it happens twenty years from now
I’ll be there, from ghost to person, picking the blood from the stints
And I’ll try my best to keep you going
Or to just let you go if that’s what you really need.

Rubber coated clouds bounce through the sky today

There is a fog of deceit in the city, and a fog of tradition in the country

The cable that runs between continents is rusted but functional

The world plods into the future, repeating the past

Things are good, but they are not great

Most of people try to find their way without really looking

Apparently, only the cynics actually look

The names of everything are temporary and unkempt

The names of everything do not lead anywhere

All the insects of the world would together outweigh all the animals

And that is simply put the beauty of very simple things

How many oceans do we really need to keep us afloat?

What number do I call to order one more?

Most things use battery life

Those that don’t, use the sacred

The sacred is that which we harbor from the winds of truth

Life happens in reverse

You die then you live

You know then you understand

Strange colors streak the brain

It is not a pinkish milkshake, but a swinging set of hues and tones

Multiples are better than singles, that’s love

Buying in bulk is cheaper too

C.R.E.A.M

Crime washes away the best endings, the endings that bring painless tears

Crop circles mean only one thing, pigs on the loose

We are alone in the universe

Remember, we are alone with the universe

Us and the universe. That makes two, so we are really not alone

It is good to see the world as a stick of bubblegum

Chew it, and be free

Today I saw a geyser of gum erupt from the plastic bottle I was carrying

Helpless to arrest the torrent I felt like baggage on the side of the road

Unwanted refuse, unable to capture the care of another

I stood watching the ejaculation ruin the floor, a violent elemental force without a plug

It flowed out 15 feet in the air through an algebraic arc and 15 feet back down to earth.

This outpost will be destroyed in time,

So I struggle to keep the walls upright and I must keep moving

Beyond the suffering there is the next struggle, in the face of apocalypse

We will be flooded over by gum

Such a furious loss will be met with panic at first and later, grief

Grief is apathy and grief is war

The gum cannot be overcome

I set the stool down to cry, because that is what I needed to do

Heaven is not today, tomorrow perhaps, I must keep moving

Gum is so sticky, so hazardous, it does not decompose.

I cry a little more because gum does not decompose,

What can stop this geyser?

I alone, cannot. We together, can try, They, then, simply must.

And this is what life is, the things that are necessary if life is to continue, that is, work.

Beyond life is sweet dripping joy,

Turn the knob left for a full onslaught,

Turn the knob right for a string of glistening beads emerging one by one endlessly

It will happen soon I must keep believing.