Angel-Fish-Soufflé

Angel-Fish-Soufflé

Joseph’s vacuuming in the other room
he’s being efficient
I’m waking up
fresh from a nap on his couch.
I skipped school today
and wandered around Petaluma
and wandered around my mind
and wrote a letter to Nelle
and carried around my briefcase and beard
damnitalltohell
loveitalltodeath
it was so much
angel-fish-soufflé
all over the place.

Lost

Am I growing old
before my time
at the age of 21
my joints crack as
I
slowly
fold my clothes
thinking of you
my fingers almost feel
arthritic
the world is moving too fast
leaving me behind
and by the time I come to realize
this
it will be
too late
and I will be lost in a faded
picture
unknown and
obscured.

Disbelief

Disbelief

I am having sex.
I am having sex.
I am having sex.
I am having sex.
                    sex.
                    sex.
                    sex.
I cannot believe that
I am having
                    SEX.

Two-Dimensional Abstract Pituitary Gland

Her picture blazes
in my room
her skeleton survives
intact
buried into my brain.

Now I bask
in that graveyard
pick a flower now and then
(they all smell like her)
and stick it through the buttonhole
of my breast pocket.

My collar is turned up
It’s so cold
my thoughts
are frozen.

My coat becomes longer
darker
freakish looking.
Soon my beard will swallow my face.
My stride is longer every day.
I have a two-dimensional
abstract
pituitary gland.

Twisting Gargoyle Heads

Twisting gargoyle heads
leaking from walls
within souls
cry out
and
whisper
in consonant
calls that can
then can be traced
back to my apartment
as I wait for my telephone to ring.