*it is what we insist upon*
a red wavy spell check underline, an office off of it
my only is
difficult to read aloud without a voice
a cubescape cascading
pixels
too precious files to back up
spidersight * before * websites
and if by then a deadline to extend, when thinking
parts the mist: swatting all the flies of clients--
upon the kind
limited
international
I just keep hitting “Reload”
works the world.
so that I can SPEND my umbrella eyes
on deranged orange ashtrays
so that I can SPEND my strawberry seasons
penciling in snowflakes
and squander my lover’s agony on fever-blistered
saxophones just so I can suspend
my use of radiance and no longer feel enthralled
WORK so that I can clean my hunting license
with contact lenses and gallop
thru the alphabet of Amazon electric booksh-
elves--how ’bout that?
SPEND so that I can key in the front door to eat
(sex!) the roof off my utility bills
and in the mirror say, “They’re nice. They look
good. I like them.”
*12.31.98 -- moe. -- Electric Factory, PA*
--for T. to the power of F.
flipped a 10-spot to “Spartacus”: gift-wrapped a good laughing fit
presented “Time” and I with rides on the “Old Norse Air Force”
with pinched balloons, we zstood on line in the parking lot
Realm 83/4 on New Year’s Eve, almost a go to get groped by security
in the nearby beON’d: zoo/om-ruckus syncopations, and “The Hiss”
objects in an artist’s studio, along with the shadows they represent
elements of excitement filled with skewed depictions of a soirée
something trippy this way stumbles--
another tough day to be a ticketless fan: but: man, the fantastics!
how many of us with college IDs and out on winter break?
hope finals went well for the “Who Knew Krewe,” for Time too fast
inhaled: “Cezanne” painted him a zombie
Time lost influence over the muscles that kept him from buckling under
gave way to a low tolerance for heights
and landed him right in the exclamation marks of my outstretched arms