Rations

Oceans are waterfields
Nicaragua
grunt, harumph
sacrifice bumph
glucose strudel
leinenkugel,
chicken noodle

all over the place

the strident light is fading

I smoke menthols. Stop hating.

oh, yeah what of it?
holier than thou haiku
like you're above it?

descended from heaven, irreverent
irrelevant.

Arrowheads are fossils too, man
I think I found a GEODE in the riverbed
but maybe not, hey-
maybe I find them a lot.

but I don't really.

I am Lake Erie
hear me swim
Great but not superior
wait - not inferior, just not
lake superior itself

getting weirder as i get wearier

fear me - er- beer me -
hear me out
hear ye hear ye
announcement announcement

announcement is the frenchest word ever
or not (whether).
or whatever


birds of a pleather
plain yellow sweater
the lady at banana republic called it "bahnahna yelloh" 

for she was a jolly good fellow

two lovers

i wana be in your bubble
i wana cuddle
i wana dance with you in a rain puddle
i wana be your partner in crime
and cause trouble
i wana
i wana be your life line
in the middle of the night

when youre in the dark
i wana help you find the light

i wana be your quarter back to back you up
when you struggle
i wna be in your corner
whenever you fight
i wana be the corner that supports your structure
and the glue that hold the ship together
if the hull ruptures

its all good baby
you dont got to rhyme to flow with me
just do what you do and be who you be
you always know the right words to say to me
to calm me down
to help me see
and youre the ocean that inspires me infinitely
ill be the air in your sails
carry you safely out to sea
you be my lotus flower and ill be your bumble bee
your sexy metaphors are making me lusty
take my pollen, make me honey
that i can taste endlessly

thats hot mommy i feel the way youre sweatin me
make some brekky in the morning
use our love honey in the black tea

are you real baby cuz this feels like a dream
my mind wants to be one with yours
im getting weak in the knees.

everything miraculous

everything's miraculous
haven't you heard
the beard salesmen told me on 3rd
and 13th street. a man w/ a beard
who made beer from his body hair's
yeast. this is actually true and not
something i made up. i'm prone

to it though, lies like voracious
grubs inside of mushrooms or
walnuts. once it's open i'll
lay an egg, hello offspring,
these dour self-recordings

spin too many rhythms out
the door, instead of holding them
like an ear, and digesting. a
venus fly trap here, acoustic,
acid-wise trip-wire shuts upon
an insects wiggle. what the fuck.

our bold luncheon aside,
this trip's been miraculous.
stevie wonder's blind & i
(some sad pale luncheon kid
with a hex arm-band on in
the west village, robbed recently)
confess to receiving mediums (media?
recently? fuck all!) from ham-fisted
sailors nocturnal, tweeting &

fucking all night on their
social media sweathouses,
boldly floating the ocean
the world over.

i hate pepperidge farm
lunchable and i've always
wanted to kill.

Im sorry baby

fizzled dreams
unwatched memes
my babys gone or so ive deemed
lonely bed cold no hand to hold
we've only just begun but somehow
it feels like the end is near
say it aint so
pull my sweater til it comes undone
play me weezer til i cut and run
or keep my feet planted
if you dare to try
fears a bitch ya know
and all i want to do baby
is run from the unknown
im sorry baby, more than ill ever be
im sorry baby, there are things you cant see
im sorry baby, wish it were just you and me
im sorry baby, nothing is what it seems.