Millenial Dust pt 7

public access poetry on youtube bounces red lamplight off electric blue lemonade vaporizer what a treasure! one of the comments buzzing with the air scrubber

as i cross my legs tightly, squeezing and releasing thinking of reading to you again in a small space that's ours for the moment

ER

Rise on empty

no Chivas no Dunhills

Marlboro & Grapefruit

Besaid Island alarm

Taeko Onuki's Copine

South Jersey Metal's conditions

lead me to Woodbury, Deptford, and back
route 41 pitch black

solemn and stoic in chartreuse

I am my father's angel

in that I make sure

he doesn't work himself to death
sippin' on his tiny soda
starin' at his headlights in my rearview
Walt Whitman before me

see red

If you're horrified by

Aleppo, give a gift to inspire

unwrap speed

Quyen Nghiem, not I,

replied to a comment on this

bring Russian style

kleptocracy to the US,

add salted egg yolk

and you'll get the Big
Mac secret sauce

sauce pls I'm a

little vulnerable now,

why haven't you yet

tumblrized yr sexuality?

Would you like another

martini and talk

about martinis

or wheeling you around

the dance floor

I'll make you two promises,

a very good steak that's

medium rare and the

truth which is very rare

I am not a sore loser,

we are not sore losers,

but I know what can

be gained by losing,

and I'm damn sure

using this 76% off

comprehensive online course

eat com suon out of

newspaper

squatting pot of

mama ramen

look to the east

after dawn

and close my eyes

the heat of our vision
see us approach
hear the words we speak
what we speak aren't words
radicals come out of my gums
feel the pain we endure
what we feel isn't pain
tell a great river ran here
their bodies connecting the coasts
how much blood eroded the mountains
red tunnels with dynamite
see that someone else lived here
marks on brick and radiator cover
you eat and eat
just what's beneath
don't return to see
the dishes are clean

all i

all I
hear
outside are
mechanized
sounds
ten thousand
drones
appreciate rocks
again

in a plastic bag
with the
Walgreens logo
 
   another
   plastic
     bag

I was
   supposed to

write a book
  but

VEGETABLES!

at dans

god had to
limit me
somehow,
I wasn't gifted
musically,
It's all in my
head, not in my
hands.
Dan Y. plucks out
the mood,
reverbing,
creating long spells

eat up
_____
come out of
hiding,
quell your
passions
be a model
unto yrself
know your
vices, live
them a moment

harmonize
with me
I am not yr
enemy, I am
merely a
monkey w/ something
to say. A chubby
one at that.
How can I
be inspired when
I'm on my ass?
Share w/ me
and I will
share w/ you.

Keep playing
til my ears pop,
I do everything
they tell me
not to do.
I stood in front
of the teacher
to apologize.
Grades ffflew
by, F-ZERO.

12/16/15

there's more to life
than Philadelphia.
Everyone realizes
that or really
maybe not
maybe not everyone
has realized
  life
          is
Suffering,
   everyday you start
pushing, no rest til
             Death

I'm a little
unstable,

I opened my
mouth & out
came -- not nonsense
but