TUFF ALSO

yup so
i wanna fall in love with a lion
WELL WAIT A MINUTE
IT'S TIME TO CANCEL OUT IMMORTALITY FROM THIS EQUATION
YOU CAN DECIDE YOU WANT SOMETHING
but that's about all you can do
I AM A LION INSIDE

let me be real for a second:

1. i went on 4 dates from okcupid and the connecting thread was,
2. when i asked each one of them what their spirit animal was,
3. they all said i'm a lion

YOU ARE A LION INSIDE
HELLO! YOU ON THE INTERNET
LAST YEAR WAS POEM A DAY 2010

OKAY NOW THE POEM IS ABOUT TO START
THE MOVIE IS ABOUT THE START
THE MOVIE IS ABOUT TO START
I LOVE YOU
THE MOVE HAS ALREADY STARTED
I HAVE ALREADY STARTED TO MOVE
I HAVE ALREADY MOVED
I AM ALREADY MOVING
i am already moved

girls

i bet you look good
without all that makeup

o my friends,
to you, this one,
if i happen to die first:

i was looking forward
to eating lox and bagels
when we were sixty!

but thank god i died first
i couldn't bear it without you
when we're old and rickety

i was Gretchen

i was Gretchen,
but i didn't know it then—
Gretchen, i was you

it took centuries
for anyone to notice
that you were striving too

(maybe they were too busy with your golden hair)

at the end of the play
something holy happens
what could happen
in the middle of mine?

target

when then became of
my deep, abiding love?
with no target anymore
a million internet poems,
a spring or mire, blown
gasket, sensitive yea,
or ears ringing subway—
i turned inward and
questioned the word

what then became of
my deep, abiding love
with no targets left?
don't get me started
to get me, forget me

[he looks into the camera to sing
his girlfriend lives in denmark]

japanese death poem

no sign
in the cicada's song
that it will soon be gone

japanese death poems

i dog-eared this page in high school—
now, on the train reading about cicadas
the sounds they make the ringing could stop
are you are you waiting for the thaw?
bike ride at night with a t-shirt on
wear a helmet and carry a pen
and paper for the ambulance
driver to take down my death poem

if you don't know by now

"what if they die before i get married?
what if they never meet my kids?"
ah, part of him still thinks
mom and dad have all the answers

you can scan anything in 2010

there is a thing called a 3d printer
which prints anything you want
by pooping out hot lil plastic pellets

it's 2010 which means meter is still important but not fucken necessary get me

ghosts

in my dreams the ghosts told me
"we're not chasing you,
just racing toward the same point"
ages ago this thought comes back

my friend robbie can do anything
it's cause he knows how
"once you decide you want something,
it's actually quite easy to do it"

that's what he said!
now he lives in japan sometimes and thrives in the internet

the night and day will pass away
but love will always be
the night and day will pass away
but love will always win

party

keep putting your red lipstick on
while waiting in the bathroom line
my heart

saw everyone, ol' red lips and ol' girl's brother
he remembered the things i used to do with her
no they're not wooden saxophones

when i marry, i shall be a rock for my friends
an anchor in these murky waters, no,
buoyant, or sailboat

tuff also

i'm already pregnant

snowed in

cooked onions with olive oil in the oven
burnt and soggy and stuck to the pan
i hope i won't die

the thrill is gone

zulassungs-verfahren
i learned about exits
sometimes, what makes a
good goodbye is just the relief

jetzt
deine letters soll kraftlos sein
doch sind sie noch with feeling of corn husks and dissapointment
uh butch gurl sully sunsut hub
undur duruss druss bun buw
lugubruuus ulwuys whunung
thuh thrull us gun

greybeard

shame dream fell asleep with the lights on,
frosted image on my dead screen, scratched
by accident my body with a fingernail
surprised, the most sensitive part is dull now

like Vaughn, with his scarred penis?
with the highway bloodlust and semen drip?
no, just me, only me, i'm looking at my old cat man,
hobbling to the litter box, hardly any words left,
begging for release

c busten loud

it sounds different
when kate sings:

"i still dream
i wake up crying
you're making rain"

different when i say it,
different when the guy says
"i make it rain"
different when i'm crying
different when i say
"i still dream"
reception,
different when i wake up
different when i rub the stains on our mattress
different when i wake
different
i'm not her,
not a feminine locus of attention
the screen goes black in a second
roll over hope, different,
anxiety the year will just disappear before its ours

what helps
different than her
"i just know that something good is gonna happen
i don't know when"

listen,
don't be such a, listen,
the world is there for you
you can watch the ceiling or the big sky

brecht

"And that girl the world, who gives herself and giggles
If you only let her crush you with her thighs,
Shared with Baal, who loved it, orgiastic wriggles.
But he did not die. He looked her in the eyes."

old friend

portrait of ari fenton, 2005
season pass at six flags
great america,
"its playtime"
black and white
john lennon glasses,
thick hair and beard,
open mouth,
sideswept

now you live in israel and who have you become?

host of urchin

you could be the one
o sign o savior

here are your poison tendrils
let me be your clown fish—
o let me clean you —
me orange

my driving force, my utter supplication?
direct your striving downwards, he said,
red devil, (where went his cloven claws?)
a deep ocean, pure reception
the antennae's hidden and transmission's coming in fine
push back the greens, there is a deep hutch
where i've known her force,
which grows and deep deep woa,
some weird frontier for action

action!
no fucken engineer
not even a doctor
knows why these lights work