don’t want to be just like the other ones
don’t want to be just like the brothers for funs
don’t want to be just like you for me
easy peasy is not copying Weezy
for shaving
scars
into your
own brow is
shaving all your essence and spitting at the stars
bright young thing
voluminous continuum
boundless spectrum
from pole to pole
under the sun
in every nook
and cranny
expanding
spread
leave
no void
greenness
what if i took you here
will you take me somewhere
what if i showed you things
will you give me thanks
what if i smiled
will you listen for miles
windows down
lets leave this ghost town
what if i played you songs
will you live and let live, long
day breaks with amber
blazing gold
what if i screamed
will you shout, love gleams
what if we skipped town
dreams
Summer of 2012: critical mass
my mother dreams
of pulling pink taffy out of her mouth
stretching, sticking, coating her teeth
snapping
snapping
snapping off
my aunt dreams
of pulling taffy out of her mouth
stretching, sticking, coating her teeth
snapping
snapping
snapping off
my grandmother dreams
of pulling…
Summer of 2012: the complete knock
how did the spectacle of nature affect him?
how did he behave in the matter of women, of money?
was he rich, poor; what was his diet, his daily routine?
Saint-Beuve I say,
the comedy of grass and trees coat my veins like the venom of a snake
singeing my heart burning my palms ripping my eyes…
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