menticanic

a racing mind
can’t excelerate
without a course
to ride on.

the oil spots
leak down
through
your veins

pollute and
inflame
the muscles
with stress.

the cars
must be
put away
sometime.

clear the roads,
wash the
state of them.

sit in
the absence,
and breathe.

I Keep Forgetting

I left
the teapot
on

not hearing
it whistle

long enough
to burn it
again.

by the time
i remembered

i had to
pry its
hot metal
bottom

from sautered
spiral prison.

hope it
will
forgive me

[salvage
charless tasting
oatmeal water]

For forgetting
about it

while it
killed itself
on burner.

lying
in bed

i hear it
whistling
placebo;

[we could
have ruined
it this time]

A guilt
calloused
melody
of sorrow.

I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom
has taken up
running or biking

whatever it is
that requires
two-piece spandex
body suits

and frequenting
my coffee shop

since I moved.

when I feel
his eyes on me
staring
as I sit at
my table,

or staring
as I enter
from a walk;

I would rather
take an
orangepeeler
to my skin,

leatherworking
an abaya from
my own flesh

then be
seen.

nowhere to Go but Down

Last night
i scaled
a tower

being built
as I
went up
in its
elevator.

when
the door
opened

it revealed
a single-tile
floor,

leaving
space for
two feet.

a passenger
in the lift,

remarked
Anxiously,

“this
building
is made
entirely
of books,

how unsafe.”

the other

[testing
the tile
with a
foot]

Depressingly
warned,

“if you
distribute
your weight
wrong,

it
and you
will
surely

fall.”

i stepped
out onto
the textual
platform

leaned
backward

and
free fell
face-up.

a Doctor about a patient

“Her body
just
stopped working”

the doctor continued,

“Sometimes,
when you’ve got
bad enough
depression
and anxiety,

your intestines
grow in
on themselves
and kill you
slowly.”

“It doesn’t
really
matter
what kind of
lifestyle
you decide
to take

or
what kind of
precautionary levels
you strive
to uphold,

you will
inevitably
die of
-excruciatingly-
painful
organ-failure.”

i found this written in my onedrive from years ago, and thought it was funny.

gut knots

Before
you get
ahead of
yourself,

it isnt
unusual
for me

to tie
my insides
in knots

preparing
for a
chase.

Do not
mistake
my lack
of ease
over
-you
as
over-inflated
self-grandeur.

My body
has
-always
reacted to
interacting
with it’s
outside world

like the
impending
attack of
a lion.


Symptom

tightly woven

he’s got
these women
he weaves
in and out
like
shift work.

never
touching,
always
brushing forces
Uncommunicably;

filling
the gaps
his
miserable
lonliness
awake
he can’t
bare
to face.

son of god,
trapped
on that
fabricated
temple
of entertainment,

never wanting
to be
bothered
on
your time.

says
it’s easier
to
fall asleep
with a
body
nearby,

be it
special
or
unimpressive.

spits out
promises
never
fulfilled

More than
A distributor
does product.

doesn’t ever
fold up
pages
or
face
a mess,

except
the bottles

someone
else

must’ve left
strewn

on
every
surface.

he’s
in control
afterall,

natural born
cult leader,
with pride.

no need for
the
big
picture

with his
knackful
perception,

despite a
blindness

to his own
presentation.

“subconscious
leaking
out
their nose,”

somebody get this man a medal!

full of
compazine
and lexapro

would you
please?

keep talking
with a
tactfully forged
confidence
and you’re
always right,

 
otherwise
anyone else
could get a
second
opinion.