11:22

5 minute sonnet (not really)

the way the world works is not apparent
you wind up being born, you wind up screaming
about how little you can change, your parents
try their best, the same with all other animals
some of which don’t make it though and agency
doesn’t strictly apply to the animate
we imbue things we like with human
qualities--cuteness high on the bar, but
the vices we subtract. there are no venge-
ful bunnies, no greed stoked sugar gliders
and evil plots are not hatched in hatcheries
but what if the conspirators were dizzy
with their advertisements ballooning profit
margins and a boardroom full of dour faced
puppies? we’d all still snuggle home in dirt
we’d all remain blind to our final net worth

4:47

retire that
walking method

tiger among
mean streets

the itch
in the corner
of the eye

and all that snow
falling from
your head, ally seedy

oh, the hs we’ve missed
so many shows
i tune into

for anything that happens
and watermakers
mark the page

edgeward, to cute the image
add some red
to cuts

and heavy as candy
in the hand is
the wait will be
held too

8:38

to swear the sprinkler system
will go off any minute
is to stand beneath a sensor
with a fire in your hands

10:53

the dreams of ghosts are being cloned
a washing machine moves on through country

broken-down horns squawk in the belly
of the cars set on blocks in the drive

i hear the sound of saws
being played at cutting

no fear grows from stumps
the rings a sign for hole, a singing sky dips into

you can only translate doubt
into however many languages exist
at a given moment

pull the lever and the wrong order
drops into the vending machine’s
no-longer-empty holding space

6:52

try the temple
are they eating
dogdogdogdogcardogcarcat

here is the song
and here is the dancing
one thing will make another
mean more if it's placed correct--

are you busting at the seems?
sea am, shore. watch the walls

go stale-ing
it's not the more
you swallow, it's the whale you get
whole. and spout, one loves to leave.

ok the cat's dreaming now, i can see
its paws knead.
the next one will be
fore the worst way to make a forum
is by asking along the questions,
same sames the same.
ones won the ones.

and to stop scratch, apply water
in heaps. aptly, water ain't easy.

11:18

in the compartment to back through the neighing a sumpthin, the packs were savory. here's a voice, here's an apartment with old carpets climb through the highway to get back sorting into a weekswalk. think of the mansions in newport and what someone pressed so hard against an iron fence the snapbacked chairs are making a comeback and all worry can be traced to momentary lapses of motion and congruity. i mean it's easy to dance like your suit is an animal you're trying to save from the formal dissection that often happens at parties. but the corporeal is just another space. and the other people are being surrounded as we speak, this foal cannot make legs look more or less clumsy. two solid poles dance at the edges of this planet i am pulling the legs of the table back and forth and you are mentoring the deckwalkers in gull charts. the grip we have. the suitable clobbering that happens to clothes after. i will attend the lighthouse against its better suitors and defend maturity from my non-slip footwear. Here's a cookie and ranking system. Here's the list of all those things we thought we wouldn't see. in the store window a pair of plastic swans. at the table, strangers.

9:10

how to start a parade

the cat’s near the chicken barn, say
‘cat’ a thousand times
until you don’t recognize
the slits of its eyes through
the crease of the door of the ‘a’ in its belly
letting light up
on the birds. the feather lines
will lead straight to a fowl heart
plucked from the chest
of one of the hens
like a flower,
a beating gift.