the walls are transparent either way

living upstairs means you have
to walk past a bunch of people
to get back on the ground.
means you have to say things
the same old things
everyday. i despise everyday
i just want days.

    hellohowareyou
    ohyouknow, fine
    ki'mleavingnow
door crunch closed
forget to lock the door or maybe
you did and it doesn't matter anyway
because someone probably needs
to steal all that useless shit
before i make something dangerous with it.
or worse, if i ever make anything
that sounds good i don't
know what i'll do with myself.

today is a good day to jump off the roof.
i don't know why we don't do it more often
the crackle of kneecaps and broken footbones
better than speaking.

the shower is on. i'll run out now.
forget my eyes.
i become invisible
when i can't see

sunday: the best day for profanity.

i should end neither my poetry

nor my arguments like this. 

it isn't productive.

it isn't helpful. it doesn't

even feel ever as good as you'd 

think it would. 

still

fuck you.

some piece flew off your car once

then lived in your trunk. 

it now lies hopelessly on my floor.

dogs can't stand up in cars, 

i can't even sit in yours with out bouncing

off the passengerside door.

yet it's my fault your clutch is smoking.

suck it

chocolove for my darlings.

not a single car stopped for me today.
i didn't stop for them either.
the wheels on their sunday drives
and I on my sunday walk
went where the foothill wind steered me
and not a single car got in my way.
sometimes the lights changed
just in time for me to pass
 i'm convinced they can't see me.
It isn't healthy, Planet,
to continually convince me
I'm invincible.

she said to cut the daisy from my throat (II)

then throw it in the garden but the soil
isn't rich.
throw the preacher
down the stairwell and a comb
falls from his pocket. every hair
in place precisely, coins don't rattle.
(though dice do) instead they
stick to your bare feet so
you drop them, they ring in the
ceramic offering bowl. it's a sink,
really. don't ask where the pipes go.
they don't even tell God
that shit.

she said to cut the daisy from my throat

i stood up into the sky,

looked the moon straight in the eye

asked if she would 

come down for a minute.

took her silence as a no

asked if she would instead show 

me how she stays so bright

(night after night)

i sometimes pretend i'm the mermaid

in your third story apartment

maybe that's just an excuse to sing

maybe I'm just like you (with wings)

don't be offended but I'm

the firebird on your roof

letting the   sun rise set    fire to your room

having conversations with the moon.

but i swear, i could see her one

crooked eye open

when her lips parted, i 

swear her teeth were broken.

she said 

look at me, the sun

knocked me on my knees

there's nobody here

to listen to my pleas, please

help me up.

when she isn't being crowded

clouded over fogged through

she rocks above the mountains

blue looks good on you, 

darling.

pens bleed onto paper and it's all just so goddamned flammable.

it's a growing list of things
we maybe shouldn't do together
a mattress made of cactus:
makes me toss and turn
beats me midslumber.
when the list first began,
called "Everything."
drawing crooked lines
through old movie titles
writing spiky paths with our
footprints up mountains.
but between the shouldn'ts
and the dones, the thorns
that keep me awake are the
what-to-do-nexts and that they might
run out.

the wick burns short in both directions
and these metaphors are only
burning and bleeding us. i'll
drink to that, i'll sleep to that.

maybe you'll sleep easier then, too.

raced a herd of buffalo trees
clambering up the mountain
it would be so much easier to ride the
crumbling boulders back down it
humbling isn't it
tiny dinosaurs scatter:
wings the guise
and something roars
i say it was a squirrel
but fuck maybe he's
a dinosaur too.

they used to connect the stars
to tell stories or timing
i connected them, made a web
and it caught me off my footing

it is ears will make the world catch fire.
alright then, I'm listening.