Tea chokes me
laughing
‘bout the aforementioned blasting-up-the-ass.
Now there’s blood in my nose.

Tea bag bounces
dipping in water…
Isn’t it just having a blast up the ass.

Accompanying music.

Rainbows spread its fingers through

granite gray & silver liquid

crystal screens that always plume

in the rain that makes it fidget.

Should I splash my feet in you?

Does it feel like smacks or pets?

Looks as if you always snooze,

slowly swaying white light flecks.

Puddles never make me frown,

always soothe me with their sounds—

in their love I want to drown.

Morning spring
leaves fall on pumpkins–
all black text.

Accompanying music.

Toxic berries:
flush red & mint green
e’en in spring.

The spoon’s too big.

Ha ha ha.

Now it’s finally time to use the spoon.

I was saving it for the perfect day;

but it never came

& I became impatient.

Perhaps I should stop saving spoons

for fudge coffee mugs that’ll never come

& use them for the sludge that I have @ present

to make them less distasteful

than how I perceive them now without their spoons

in comparison to the upcoming fudge mugs

that still have yet to come up.

Sometimes I shudder

@ the thought o’ a world without peanut butter.

E’en the moon wants nothing to do with me.

El ojo perezoso de gato me mira.

Sé lo que me dice:

—Tictac y tictac están marchándose mientras pensamos…

¿Dónde son las arándanos agrios?

Tanto tiempo, ¿y todavía no tienes nada

sino palabras que no contienen queso de crema por lo menos?

Malo, malo…—

Pero no entiendes, Sr. Sauron estúpido,

que no has entendido nunca.

A veces, podría ser útil a alguien las palabras sin eso queso de tu que engorda;

podría que algiuen preferirán tan palabras sencilla.

Pero, claro que no lo comprenderías;

el sólo mundo que conoces es el que en donde resides ya.

Pero yo conozco todos los mundos,

desde los bosques de búho a los cielos de ceniza,

y sé que el gente en algunos lugares quieren las palabras sin queso de crema;

y el cliente tiene razón siempre.

…

Y no te engaña que no sé que solo estás fingiendo dormir;

puedo acertarlo por la sonrisa chula.

The lazy cat eye watches me.

I know what he’s telling me:

“Ticks & tocks march on while we think…

Where are the cranberries?

So much time, & still you have nothing

but words without cream cheese a’least?

No good…”

But you don’t understand, Mr. Stupid Sauron

—you ne’er have.

Sometimes words without your fattening cheese can be useful to some people;

it could be that some people prefer such simple words.

But, ‘course you wouldn’t understand this;

the only world you know is that in which you already reside.

But I, I know all the words,

from the owl forests to the heavens o’ ash,

& I know that the people in some places want words without cream cheese;

& the customer is always right.

…

& don’t delude yourself that I don’t know you’re only pretending to sleep;

I can tell by that pretty li’l smile.