Inside Out.

I’m thinking about the universe

Lying in a bathtub,

Watching water droplets slip down the linoleum.

About gravity and embracing molecules and this

Elusive thing called a body

That houses my

Soul in just the right way

So that I’m able to think and feel and

Convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.

It isn’t the

Probability

Of heaven and hell

I worry about,

It’s the reflections and the

Forces and evaporation, intelligent design itself.

It’s the

Intangibility, the utterly precarious nature

Of everything

Outside our consciousness. 

An Unsuspected Turn of Events.

I know there’s no game

But I play it well.

Making the most of

This trap of

Cinderblocks and matrices.

I’m no competitor, trust me baby,

Just a shot in the dark from left field

A soft spoken rock star with a force field and a Richter scale.

We are strangers and cohabitators and best friends we never knew we had.

We’re just,

Always just something.

You know

I’m not painting my fingernails with hope or anything,

I don’t have wishes stuffed in my handbag

Or wear my desires strung around my neck.

It’s just

You wear blue a lot.

You look good in blue. 

Change Hungry.

My mother’s dress is loose on my shoulders

And tight in the ass.

I could just swim in

My father’s cheap leather Dockers.

Everything in the bluegreen light

Of a nouveau eighteen

Is pawing at the starting gates,

Of the insipid vernacular of

Higher education.

If you’re careful,

You could pick me out of a line of rebels

Of the

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch cherry bomb variety.

But only if you’re careful.

I’m just waiting

As the birds on wires

And naked branches

Claw the real life from this city.