1801

Hello? Anybody
Believing the truth
When the light's
This mink karaokeplatz
Persianing the sides
Of midtown, aw shucks
Equals ahem, a list
Of details better
Imply a lovely
Iffy impy
Anybody, a back
Story like nobody's
We've already
Overheard. That's
How our vehicle
Stays levitating,
The love we show.

1780

NOVEMBER 30, 60 DEGREES

It's glorious among the apples
In their rustic wood boxes, so correct
They're a hex on the too too marketed
Everything in the windows, all swirls
And overexposed burn-flashes

Everyone in New York is a beautiful woman
The only thing to do is look straight ahead
And say what you feel that instant, make it
The constant cooperative conflict textbooks
Scam us calling it democracy, it's not
Anything but take what you want

1779

The morning comes
And what is it to me?
My head among the phlox
Seemed a pale, blazing fungus.

The rain, highway, and humidifier
Rehearse pianissimo.
The late capsizing
Juts above sink level.

You want to know why
Men reify thoughts and
Objectify everything? Be as hard
At midday as at five fifty five.

A tuning fork is ruining
The ventilated silence.

1778

When I hear a friend has opened a Popeye's franchise,
I howl, I literally bay. It feels good to have a wolf
Inside of me, but is the wolf mistaking for the moon
My friend's absorption into the greasy bloodstream
Or is it empathy with the sudden death of his ambition.

1777

You can see the harshness of the teacher
In the mildness of the student, the plume
Of smoke rising from the table of celery,
The tethered children on the waterslide.

Everything breathes this resinous air
And thinks back on playing with chemicals;
Even the ameoboid ringleader
Of the mathletes huffs a blueberry marker,

We're just taking that nosedive
For a little spiral over the proving ground.
Yaw. The teacher can exert charisma
But prefers to make the room a valley.

1776

MAKE IT CLEAR WHAT YOU WON'T DO

A lightbulb with the word baseball,
A tree emblazoned chide me.

What a love
That mailman is,
Bundled up in
Neurosis. There is
Just no hope,

Down the hall a chair squeaks
Like an infant zebra.
Who knows what stripes
Mean class? One boy

Is looking off to the side.
The others are dreaming
Also. They have the moment
Painted on their eyelids

And the violins
In their cubbies, soon
Enough each will
Hug the nothing
Tucked there
Until it makes a tone.

1775

What thanks the resurgent
Clear sound
Repeater
Said yesterday, I was expecting
To make a rainbow or something
Then I came back with a pile of shoes.

In that context,
Lose weight by paying attention
To your life. Say something hurtful
And brag about it for the next ten years.

What a nightsong
Of tea.

What a hunger to have built up
By skipping
The first tsar
In the textbook.

1774

A hex on the birds playing video games
And a pitcher of orchids for the ex-boyfriend
Who doesn't resort to outright provocation,
And a best-selling third book
For the one who has been patient
About putting it all together,
A dream of cough syrup for the principal
And a touchdown for the janitor
And a cloth of rosin
For the hostility welling up
In the frontal lobe,
A eucalyptus thunderstorm by mensch druids
Aching for a little narcolepsy,
A pledge drive for the mints,
A queer pride day for the travel guides,
And when all of these are satisfied,
Then for me a glass of water.