Managing Human Assets
Drinking vermouth in my bedroom
wringing half-answers out of hesitant questions
managing human assets
between fistfights in lit caves
and fistfights over automobiles
magazines regale pop
pop pop pop
further than a dead star
I ate a little molly and she said That hurts!
I ate a little molly to obliterate the species
Vacuumed in a deluge
The species had wiry arms
as long as sinewy
as many grudges
or parades drenched with corn oil
Permanent Circulation/Good Job
In hell there is
One permanent circulation
Of listless feet, benderbreath, dying men, styrofoam
These confusions keep me
Same spots i always was
I can’t follow this uh wherever
where the gnats weary mine eyes with their thinning teeth
They do a good job
To succumb’s like a spun top:
We recommit to each other in turns
like skies to puddles
or rainbow’s twin dead ends
miserable, swimming laps, aghast with vacancy
Can you come over later
& crush my forehead
swiftly?
I did such a good job today…
eating xanax, driving, to the hospital, driving past you, driving sideways,
