1.
Look, wi fi
it’s what you always wanted
wait, where’s the sun
2.
if you could take
everything I don’t understand
and make it more simpler
that b great please
3.
The snow for days uncrunched
I walked on it and I left
some for u to crunch
if you bottled up
all the marriage proposals
I’ve gotten in museums
I bet you could
call it something
like weightlessness
and set it adrift
on some mantle
or shower caddy
to wait for moving day
I bet all the kisses
I’ve ever forgot
could fit on one page
if you called them something
catchy, if they could tell me
what time the exhibition closes
and why there’s no touching
1.
I was a real dog
naked and snarling by the river
everyone loved it
they were in love
with me, the dog
I don’t remember the name of this river
(do rivers have names)
yes they do
(but are they named by people)
yes they are
I was another animal
naked and yowling
by another river
whose name I don’t know
there was nobody there
to love it
except the river
whose name I don’t know
2.
I was an ancient man
those were my instructions
I needed exact change
for the bus
but I didn’t know
how any of this shit worked
3.
I returned to my river
I removed all my cloth
I saw a duck floating by
on the current
Hey buddy, I said
he just looked at me
and said
Good day, sir.
4.
people aren’t people
anymore
now they’re animals
it’s better this way
much friendlier
5.
every day I wait
for breakfast
to reveal itself
a campfire by itself
look at this strange boy
it’s freezing it has a house
oh good, the campfire
is only in the boy’s mind
the boy is only in the
reader’s mind, there is no boy
see how it feels, to be
against a figment, the smoke
unharmful to anyone except
a displaced and tired
skywritten note to self
settling down to the earth
If you go through any door
let it be
the door to the backyard, where
you can observe there is
no boy at a campfire by itself
a famous poet face
timed me while I was standing
on the sidewalk with Michael
drinking hot tea and talking
about the stitching together
of ancient moments today
I know what everyone wants to know
is what’s a poet doing with a phone
his white goatee as puzzling
as twitter, his scratchy warbles
formidable as tinder
his empire of reminiscences
rich in pixels and RAM
I know what everyone
wants to know is how
was the tea, too hot
too bitter, too past
too pent up in its paper
or did it row me slowly
to a balmy conference room
beyond the bedtime of germs
and right beside my reservoir
of courage and understanding
I know everyone wants to know
where this reservoir is
in case they need to find me
and remind me of what time it is
but don’t worry I know
what time it is, oh wait
it’s a different time now
and now again
this my poem from yesterday, this
my creaky fingers, this
refrigerator in the other room
is speaking to itself
this the unruffled papers clutching
music notation in their teeth
like a wild cat gnarling a bird
if you can’t fly (because you’re dead)
let me know I’ll sing a song
about u
“In the (near) future, every person will have a parallel digital identity.
Avatars, crypto wallets, digital goods will be the norm. Are you planning for this?”
— Reese Witherspoon
11 January, 2022
In the (near) future, every person
will wear socks on their head,
have breakfast at night
and stalk around in wheeled canoes.
The United States of America will
be known as “Fraggle Rock”.
Fridges full of wolf urine
will be the norm.
Are you planning for this?
In the (near) future, everyone will know
at least one poem by every teenager
working in a nearby bodega.
Lightbulbs will be made out of hair
Your walls will have spiders in them
and everyone will have a sex dream
about everyone else.
this will be normal.
Are you planning this?
In the (near future)
every bacterium will have a blog.
the trees will wear diapers.
Bird costumes will be required for international travel
Guitars will do whatever the fuck they want
is this normal are you planning this?
is this normal are you planning this are you
3.
sleepy i'm so sleepy i
need to sleep but look these
electrons, they're legendary
they harm us so much
is it what it is in dream,
a familiar bridge made unfamiliar
a reason to run away
a trajectory toward a promise
2.
sleep is very sleepy for me
want to sleep but look at this
electrons, and myths
they hurt us deeply
and that which is in the dream,
a well-known unusual bridge
for escape
the way to the promise
1.
I fell asleep in a dream
I want asleep, but look
Electronics and Myths
They make us very angry.
What is a dream?
Everyone knows unusual bones.
Escape
Elevator on the road
The one thing you should know about me is
I have a terrible secret
the two things you should know about
me are I have a terrible
secret and I forgot what
the other thing is
I was rebuffed but not by the lake
it was in my own home (near the lake)
by a beautiful person born about two years
before me, and I was by myself
The mirror was there, the piano was there
my friend was not there but I told her
Not sure if I should tell her
due to all the rebuffing
between us already, but I said
“I just got rebuffed by my
date from the other day.
No more dates for me”
“Aww sorry joe joe” she said
“More time for eating soup” said I
Theoretically one could go bankrupt
sitting on a leather couch like this
it’s not that it takes money
to make money or even about the
couch, but mightn’t one wonder
about the world out there, who’s
zooming on their phones to work,
which brand of silence goes best
with impermeable terror and how
could you even direct traffic in
your condition, you’ve got no electricity
no haircut no circadian anonymity,
you’re the Truman Show of my dreams
and even I must fire you sometimes.
Do you wonder if one could be
refracted as much as two or are
you normal?
