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walk with jesus

 

walk with jesus

through life

through brooklyn

with tangled computer eyes

 

i (don't) do my job

& feel signs of aging

locking my feet

in sloth motion

 

there is a moss fountain

inside my blood stream

flowing slower  than any

thing there is

 



mccarran pool

 

pink floyd stops

paints a picture of earthworms

in the earth

in dirt

 

the whole entire city smiles

because it knows

how to trick my eyes

inside any park

 

where creeks run dry

and porto ricans sing

eww, eww, eww

ahh, ahh, ahh

 

all feeling is minor

 

 



define the defendant

 

i feel bones

getting wavy

like rubber trees

with meat branches

 

my walls

my ceilings

there are no holes

not whispering

 

i fall down

my stairs

in eight stages

in twelve steps

 

when jim morrison

sings the blues

it feels like

someone’s missing

 

 



prepositional phrasing

 

fit me inside you

like a baby pinecone

and blow

like the goddess of wind

 

your red heels feel

like bubble wrap

and fit me perfectly

like pump nooses

 

my propellers spin

like amelia earhart   

writing a different version

of history 

 

now i feel triumphant

like tired antibodies

inside a person whose cancer

has gone into remission