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Plane Ride

9/2/2019

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LONELY PATHS
sometimes I wish I could be content
with a house, a cat, and a television.
that's the easy way out

but there are certain things that cannot be unseen
ideas that cannot be unlearned
dreams that cannot be unwoven
a path that I cannot retrace
and there is no venturing from it
there may be game trails that wander here and there
detours that are worth the walk
but I am bound to return

and so I sit in front of the screen
pretend to be spending time with family
while they spend time with the news anchor
and I’m gazing out the window
spending time with no one
not even the trees

BAD AT COOKING
no filling, too much burnt crust
money flows, income accumulates
and so does environmental impact
but no soul is trickling in here
the drip drip drip from the spirit faucet
has gone and run off with the circus
because sacred plumbing seeks the hearts of misfits
and dreamers and dancers and the fairy who throws the finger
at anything in her way
because fuck this kitchen
where we gather in vain 
everything that will break us apart into dust
and sweep away all the magic
Fuck the broom
the mop 
the condoms 
the hand sanitizer
and stop burning your cookies.

JELLY DONUT
I took a good hard look at the jelly donut in my hand
and squeezed it like my life depended on it
I let the red fruit gush from between my fingers and ooze down my arm
I let it drip and fall apart 
and I spread it all over my body
covered in sticky purple, giddy
I rubbed the dough, disassembled and crumbling
between my knuckles 
between my legs
I smeared the sweet center across my face
into my ears
I slapped it across my lover’s face and said 
see me 
I shoveled it onto a page and made it into a masterpiece
swirled it around and around and said

this is poetry
this is my blood and bones and heart and soul 
and you better fucking taste it

and rip your own cheese danish from your belly
from the soles of your feet
squeeze the very cream from your being
birth the filling 
rub it between your toes
destroy it beyond recognition 
splatter it across the walls

and toss it into the world



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