I’ll be your whatever you want.

Method aside the formula is simple—wave your weapon in some unsuspecting strangers face and snap. The initial product is any number of facial expressions: surprise anger fright confusion happiness; the final commentary is a forced window into people’s introspection regarding definitions of personal and public space.

oh so much fun!

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ATTACK!!!
Miles

Modern Romance

Among the morning city
strings the interconnect
of thought and physical brain
bright blues of skipping
light silvering over those
tired bodies in for the night
a boy who rides his bike
looks up into an unfamiliar
sky wonders not
what or how
or why but
just smiles
and smiles
and smiles
hands out
letting
carefree wind
lost principals
funnel life
by and by and by

It's not you it's me

Green is the snow beneath
our wintered soles that shuffle
back and forth looking for static
spark to light the wood
we’ve been gathering

wood would melt
our cold weather words

Oh but we do consent the clouds to gather so heavy as spouts that poor our heads full of pounding, leave us rising amnesiacs.

Slow heads
overflowed
of rain
-water
our feet again

to wonder
collecting dew
stains and baking

over the ice of summer

In periphery sky
In melancholy joy
wait down poor
clouds for semaphore:

“sink us ships
in cathartic bliss and cold,
cold forgetfulness”

Tin and Tinder

Rain always seems to precede
our constructed misunderstandings

we stand together underneath
tin roofs place hunger and lungs
before hearts and as hearts
we pace for one another
hang our skins to blend
into cream colored siding
as a sign that you can know
what thoughts are ticking by
if you only look

but our ears shield our eyes
as they forget to listen
to the truths tinning off
as rain coming hard from
gathered clouds

our honesties forgotten soldiers
victims of the fragile circumstance
we’ve built up around us
if we could only walk from under
this false tinder we would
wash away the tender lies
that keep us standing
and lay together—a puddle
of honest bone and honest
blood

I am the hypocrisy

The bearer of my own
Extension towards what I cannot
understand but me still carry
each of seven faces
balance fourteen holes forward
over this plugged set of word
forms

Ishmael! I am the same I am
The one who wants no desires
a machine that feeds on air
a horrible contrast white
juxtaposing the beauty of black
me my truths’ lies those around
boiling from my skins
each layer pains because pain is
nothing but metalloid arsenic rubbing nothing
digging deep when I find I find my model
has been discontinued
put on back dusty shelves back in the
contemporary thought processes of this locality
this social construct this what we
call reality I am
hypocricy

Rubber souls (all 32 to take the curves through)

Curb chokes back
through throat like DEATHGAMES
the kids with right
pills will make
the right hand write
Collect, cacophony, clatter
our lips wont listen
but will shame while Sun
Taunts a rubber soul
back with the weight of awaking
gravity and sleep kill dreams
Downing hard on a place
Where neck base meets
our bodies disintegrating frame

Cityescapes add race to make the night fly by in ventured course removing moon from sky

Four feet squared

two
citied hearts,
blocks abound,
Filled in
-side walk
around their
in-betweens
a gleam
-ing scratch
spill
fire ants out
their cracks


Rainy days and Mondays

rusted over
grates that
latch,
lead under
-neath earths
brown thatch,
locks round
a drain,
Mondays
slight impair


Yellow time

lines drift
up rock
round corners
dotting out
taillights,
punctuality
vectored in ties
thankful pacing
day dreams,
their schemas
for making
love or
lust.


Shadowed people

under canopy
white, siding
up neighbored
homes, drones
the day
advanced in
its glanced
parturition


Roof rock

tops on
city spaces
side viewed
apertures pastoral
faces gracing lots,
plots of land,
given up
in floods expanses


Noah’s art

stand tall,
soot and full
grain stock
the shelves
preserving, in
numeration
pillars, bound
from linoleums cap
to grey sidings
illuminations, ones
construction supplying
worldly
Salvations.