I’m Not Quite Sure I Can Find It

I’m Not Quite Sure I Can Find It

I.
a rabbit runs
up your arm
into your head

it is not a rabbit
at all it is me
tapping my fingers

a rabbit peers
through the metal
encasement

of the person
you call
yourself

II.
once a damaged
person did an
action

why did she
do that?

(i need to point
out no one asks
themselves that)

damaged, she
tried her best
to answer

the marvel
was the
wrongness.

once a pathological
person did many
actions

what is the
purpose?

was the demand
(as if purpose
comes before)

he pointed to
the actions,
“that.”

III.

she is tall and wears
black and nobody
really saw much of her
looking at you.

you are an attraction
in your brightly spinning
tie saying a million things
meaning mostly nothing

once you glanced over
and wondered what
she thought about you
as she quietly erased the food.

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Gear Diary

Here’s a quick question
Gear Diary:

What is it about being
like a placid lake?

Feeling like a coil
oiled snake,
ready to pounds.

Uncomfortable tension
between the waterscapes
Skin across the skin.

Some days you don’t even feel like you have the right to be angry.

You know you didn’t know I think.
That is the biggest thing!

They don’t have the right to be because you have everything.

One Poem

I.

Mirror box
no, i
have trouble
picking words
because no
i know.
(words)
gem like
cut glass
red gash
glitter.

nobody
likes u
when ur
high
like this.
fame
shouldn’t
mean this
no fortune
does.
mirror
box to
fix problem
mysterious
hurts.

II.

Watching spiderman
burning melanopsin
white jelly orb

suppression of certain
things

specificity can live
nicely with me

only if leaving room
for error

I make lots of them
you know that well

some ways clarity
is ouch

do people understand
that? phantom pain

feathers floating
like air bugs

into mouth and
other areas

soon turning over
to sleep

chemical activation
of restlessness.

Bad Robot

The excellent blog Bad Robot Poetry featured a couple of my poems.

That image thing was me going to every hyperlink on the Wikipedia page for “Strange Loop” and taking a screenshot. I don’t know why I did that but that action is so addictive.

Decrepit and Rickety and Other Words that Mean Bad

Decrepit and Rickety and Other Words that Mean Bad

I’m writing this pung sure
robot that lives in my cell phone
it SlickEdit in Survenant,
weirder because it’s not a real person.

Estrellas hoping you’re at this time,
because it can’t actually understand what I’m saying;
it’s not a real person.
My words are coming out apparently jumbles
because I need to enunciate more
everyone has always told me so.

How does Dantrad?
I have no idea.
All I do know that it will be
Rabat mediated and I’m pretty.

Sasikala turns out
it’s very different from writing
with words on paper because, you know,
E*TRADE say no!

Probably cannot that one,
but in terms of writing Depalma,
the robot it going?
that’s a whole Nother story.

Brevard mediated palms
are very different
from human mediated palms.

Not syncing this is.
I was coming to work this morning
down the Baybridge because
headfirst you like Auloa Hells!

technology available to me:
I basely a robot Survey ant,
but having a serpent,
a human service,
it Tredyffrin.

Because you can’t delete,
take your anger out on Atlantic!
“Canabas Rabat,” he said.
fuck you, robot.
you’re my servant.
blah blah blah.

It’s hard to understand that reality is.

It’s hard to understand that reality is.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your handwriting.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your formatting.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your processing.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your chess playing.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your set shifting.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your love making.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your mouth moving.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your collecting.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your sad crying.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your obsessing.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your right-clicking.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your head turning.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your joke telling.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your deep plunging.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your nose flaring.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your people watching.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your declining.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your thread spooling.

I can tell you’re mentally ill by your verb using.

I can’t tell you’re mentally ill by your work, though.