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.

Slippery

Have you ever
been somewhere

And just thought,

“Oh my god,
I am actually
Losing my mind.

This is what
Releasing
The grip
On sanity

Feels like.”

I just did,

Watching two
[Insanely
Too] attractive
People

be In love
| All over |
Each other.

She took
Her hair
Out of
A bun And

locked tresses
Fell perfectly.

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.

Void

i wonder

if you do
not mean

to touch 
and hold 

like it is

just
something
to do with
your hands.

grab anyone
near by

like, life raft;

gasping for
attention.

the current
pool
r  i  s  i  n  g
UP

to the
bottom of
your chin;

Lift on
tiptoes

STRAINING
to stay
above 

surface.

But,

what
are
you drowning
IN
[sense-deprive
produced
overdrive?]

time feels
more
vaccumous
then death

There

in the
seconds
before
suffocation.

like
anticipation

could kill
you
first.

“I want to
touch you,”

she did
not say

So he
did not
hear.

Detonate