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The inbetweens

Light a candle
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
Put a stop to them
I like to sit
Watching plants grow
From a window
Scrolling down
Down
Down
But it lags
It lags
It lags
It lags
& I know
Somewhere inbetween the I
And these requests you sit
Collecting
& I muse
Do you feel a pang rewarded
Like I do
Like I do
Do you
It’s sticky
Like a web
Like the cum
On your hands
Little humps
On the top of tinted SUV’s
Watching screens
Watching screens
Watching screens
It doesn’t matter
We’re the inbetweens
The inbetweens
The inbetweens


It goes both ways

You think what you don’t know
or can’t see
doesn’t matter
or doesn’t apply to you
and this is precisely what
they’re using against you

A ceaseless sorting famish lurks
in the billion dollar background radiation

But I’m not doing anything wrong

is wrong by default

Some relic of truth is buried daily
under mounds of fecundous lies
and who is going to teach you
how to sharpen your eyes?

They call it smart
because it isn’t—

It’s what you do,
It’s how you do it—

Oh— they think they own us
but data’s not the soul

All they have
is what we give

All they have
is what we give

The dream (inner ear)

Never recognizing
the faceless shadow
that stands beside me
in a dim dream
of some bazaar
looking down at this
gold watch
with a ship
sailing northwest
on my wrist
thinking I will not purchase this-
then it begins

A loud electric surge
pulls me undertow
a speechless soaring
weight
tearing me down;
I will not go

Your name
releases me
to this life
we fell into

My love
is the anchor
that sinks me
to the bottom
of the deep dark sea

The experiment

With every thought
and every shiver,
growing what looks like
personality.
Metabolizing biosynthesized matter
at a frequency adjusted
for the star walkers spectrum.

Usnea sways in warm tea
like some kind of seaweed.

Without these stories
coiled into a dance
there would just be
these timeless all encompassing
parameters.

Nothing is ever empty
or far
and no one is ever
alone.

Will these seeds sprout along the window sill
next season?
Will this tether supersede,
or will it disconnect?

Sometimes the last straw stowaway escape hatches,
while the rest,
a perpetual love making
that knows no limit
set by the chain reaction.

I almost didn’t make the train
but I fought my way
thru a test tube
of infertility
to write this.