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The flood has receded So now I can finally say “Your Scottish gait could make Degas blush” As you stir earthy brackish waters By the dockmaster’s station; Where we fantasize about Getting lost in that labyrinth Pressed so close To the edge of this world I cast a magic spell Ti voglio bene. We cast a glance over our shoulders and ask “Does the Minotaur live here?” Oh, he’s harmless now A character in a vaudeville Or trapped in the basement of the axis mundi Facing a rugged monolith With scarred red bricks. He can’t harm us Ti voglio bene. In the distance we can see Jutting above the tree line l

I'm not sure if I believe Free will actually exist. But I once did the moon walk On the second floor of the Eiffel Tower. If I ever have to give a power point presentation On why free will might exist I will use that moment as evidence.

I think there is a market out there for Self-loathing poetry And like any aspiring young capitalist Of course I want to tap into that. I mean they type of poetry where the author talks about Drinking too much cough syrup and crashing their car into a gas station. Then as the smoke clears you see him Running down the street. His pants bulging with Mad dogs, Orange Drivers, and cigarette cartons. Yes If I could harness that type of self depreciating Gobbledygook I'm sure people would eat it up.  

Eating apple pie, I could see you from across the street, under the rosy hum of the city. You looked just like a daytime version of a night hawk Jesus, With your burlap loathing and electric halo suspended. I was mistaken. I thought about the time I brought flowers to your father in prison. We talked for an hour about Picasso and drank milk. He never told me why he hated you so much. I thought I could become that bridge between love and dead love. I was wrong. Was it because he never saw your bedtime Buddha face afterglow? I said I would be there if you ever got sick of wading through that Chrysanthemum kaleidoscope of disappointm

I don't Care If anyone sees this I'm putting this here for the nobody's The no ones The Loners The Outsiders The desert dwellers The wine drinkers The Junkies The poets The mad men And the vintage alarm clock collectors I'm putting this here for you.

Smashsmashsmashsmash Beat it bend it wreck twist it Stomp it in with my foot It still doesn't fit It use to look like a square Or was it a trapezoid? I can't remember anymore Whack it with a hammer Bash it with a rock No No No No It will never fit We are trapped with this Horrible thing forever

I lost a part of myself Someone died I held your hand at Angkor Wat I kissed you in Petit Champlain I lost you at Schönbrunn Palace. Who were you?

There use to be a house here But now it's gone The former owners are probably dead The only way you can tell That there use to be a house here Is because every year The daffodils they planted Still bloom  

I bought a couch today Colored a hideous split-pea soup green Probably from the 70s With a giant coffee stain on the armrest Ten dollars and it has a pull out bed too I sat on it It was uncomfortable I like that Because I hate having company over Hopefully When people sit on my ugly uncomfortable couch It will hurt their back and they will leave quickly It's unsightly really But I like ugly things Pretty things are over-rated I feel like I was put on this Earth To appreciate ugly things And make people uncomfortable