Roll, let the muster burst into rapid oxidation
suck in the light and let the lamp become staring
find a way to tumble on you but not tumble for you
ramble this mouth exudes too much, doesn’t offer
hope just scorched jargon rhymed with all reason
I am a connoisseur of fine hair-care-products and turning
the’s into da’s implode this sense of inserting my fallacy into
other people’s conversations and my license plate frame will say pepperoni
and so will my breath but my shoulder blades spit testosterone and let me show
you some nude photos of my partner standing next to a mural of the american
flag and watch the roll become stop. Watch the stop become will. Watch the will become stone. My tan lines all point to your tongue splits me right in two. Let’s buy a pizza slice together and have three kids. Let’s name them after all the saints who don’t hate everyone
as much as we do. Yes, let’s have a pizza slice.
(Title-George Carlin’s “The Book Club”)
My teeth
Fireflies
Anxiety
Fireflies
In the rain
Autumn
Sacrifice
Someone else’s
Bones
Under
Standing
Scripture
Decimal
Points
Place
Insufferability
Reliability
(the) Melvins
Skee ball
Anne Carson
Mosquito Song
Some infuriating
I can’t remember yet
irritant like tick bone bite.
I’ve often tried to find ways
to end it, to give reason to cause
and reason to claws, this sinister
a rainbow of vein-pump-
muster-spit, this ceremony
for one
to die
as two
Finding
The emotion
In breath
Perceived as
Dream and waking
To find
It was song
(Title-George Carlin’s “The Book Club)
It’s interesting
how you climb
a mountain so long
you never realize
collapse until you are
under it, climbing through
stone, you never realize
how dry spots
wrinkle the dishes
with rings of time
they are there and I
am here
staring at the dishes
from the registry
your who-cares-it-in-law
ordered and who gives
a fuck about what we eat
from, I as soon go paper
and get dinner from
Hot Bagels Deli
then spend one
more night drying
these dishes
with me.
(Title-George Carlin’s “The Book Club”)