Two Things Quick

Trying To Listen

in brief
they made me eat it

relief
belly ache depleted

sometimes the sky turns purple
and spanish dreams turn into burning eyes
polluted utopia

where else are tamales eaten
o all over
you're not alone

that's what it means I guess
to be mulitlingual

Even though I only speak one language



When Two Lack Clothes

electronically speaking
basket of words
little did we know
the runaraound desnuda

that's right ancient
proclamation toilet
seat occult wires
lead prophecy fulfillment

seething the world
cobblepot curb aesthetics
inundation yelling
with terrible pronunciation

nobody knows what
i said in foreign tongue
not because they can't
understand i 'm just
not clear enough

open mouth yellow
teeth glue not strong
play eternal games
with skull for fodder

visiting tombs and steppes
never calculating for wind
ghosts stand no chance
of impeding my faithless space

down deep catacombs of
theory and hope
won't meet reason or history
never quite marks me like it should

that is unfortunate
I won't ever learn
and two people lacking clothes
leaves me cold and you something better

The Happiest Relationship

(together)

nephele speaks kindly about light
turn to listen/listening
seemingly obvious

atuned to every adjustment
ironically in
lethargic manner

(we)

hopefully tinkering away moments
that stacked once meant
an evening of thumbs

New to this

I've never done this. Writing letters in public (is that what this is?).
But I try to see things from other people's eyes, and I like to hit enter inadvertently.
Both fail.
Have you ever read Splay Anthem and thought if only I'd been there, listening to the same jazz, chanting the same Andoumboulou songs? But you never could. That's how I feel right now.
I can't be in the same place as you. I can't be in the same place as me.
The Yankees swept the Orioles tonight. Yes.
I have to miss out on the Toronto Film Festival, meaning I have to wait an absurd amount of time before getting to watch my favorite filmmaker's newest films. Yes.

The necessity of life, the consequence of dreams. Someone wrote that a while ago. It's awful how second nature referencing (stealing, appropriating, neither good nor bad obviously) has become, always been, always will be, and not really awful at all.

Everybody has legs. Legs are important. We never really converse about legs, but they are there, moving us along, unable to express their hatred, or appreciation, at never really being talked about. "Wow her legs are so sexy" doesn't really cut to the core of what I'm getting at here. Though I'm not really getting at anything. That would require legs. And we don't talk about those.

Thinking the difference. Indeed, unavoidable, the beautiful result of being. Difference between what? Who said You are the Other? I know who. Difference between skin and blood, or alcohol, a little turtle waddling across pavement while the sun beats unmercifully down. Son, you can tell me many things about difference. Soon. As in space. Abraham and Isaac. Murder, desire to. Did we differentiate difference? The difference of difference, split down the middle. Right now. Wasn't she referring to gender? Me too. You there.

Blind man needs no shave!
Sign language confuses me/not for the reasons you might think.
I have a big television, and I love watching it.

You have to tell me when to stop. Or that I should have never started.

We've been here before

a little too much caraway
too much salt
but those things were invented here!

my night at ulrich's (the reference ignored)

have you ever watched a movie and come-
to your senses
knowing everything about this image is right

woah man the future of moons (idiotic playfulness)

strolling around in your underwear
relieved to be free again
time just isn't the enemy you want to face in the morning

whenever i ask her questions she responds

"We've been here before"