strawberry dog

didja hear tht
what it's called
i dnt even ask
most of the time
he just tells me
he thnks it will
give me this bond
that mybe it will
lift me up more
it might be
uncomfortable too
so i have a name
i can call it out
jst say 'hey. b chill'
my strawberry dog
licks me the once-
over and over
if i have to
say his name
three times less
he ends up
being p. chill
like a blue heeler
innate yrs
watches out for me
they pcked her name
they did not know
we already had Bnny

by the ways

let's go DEnvER
let's run across the water
until we see sunlamps
beaming and burning
our eye cells expanding
eye hairs batting
our body hairs
against hood bulbs
oozing a dark drip
we'll drink it
until we piss out
all over the road
while the stars cry
don't make me blue
don't make me blue
don't make me blue
let's go

dreaming up my unreal parents

dad is trying to pour 
olive oil on my head  
mom is singing 
"I like a chilly willy from-a 
South Ameh-dee-ca, hey!" 
around the house

lay man hues

Just shut the damn door
before they get in here.

Fucking flies
What about them?
They're fucking
Oh look at that.
They are.
Gross.
Oh it's not so bad.
Maybe they are just-
What?
Y'know?
Fucking.

You got a little mouth
on you, you do.
You don't make
baby making metaphors
when you talk
about your oven.


Just shut the damned
door already baby.
One more bug in mouth
and i'll stop talking.

stick your neck out

i rode my bicycle
today i found
a cinnamon roll
or a streusel
or a cinnamon roll
in my glove

this bakery treat
reminded me
of weather where
i am from
chili and cinnamon
rolls or streusels

i thought about it
about home
about how "they"
always say always
but i do not care
for always is just

until we forget
that we love
that we breathe
in and out
each other's
others remember

i have not seen
my parents
as often as
my parents see
the parents of
my parents

they are too far
too fair away
i thought i would
start riding
start writing
the cycle is always

just been revolving
i imagine
i am this sterling gun
six-shooting ideas
one at a time until
i remembered to reload

man goes tears

just eat these
while they are still
good for you

stilling still
sitting slit
it is goody goods?

it is tomorrow
lunch and snack
before noon-

before eleven
there were more
i do not count

so low i don't
go i am-
am i go-ing?

he is sure
he is. he was
before your

S(tick)S(tock)S(toke)
Shhhh...shh!
believe in that time

time to be broken
time to be loaded
time to be burned

keep me
from danger
from mouth

spilling stupid
sayings pouring
pity pits. spit.

tree poem

i am so limber.
i have been stretching
for years
and years
and years

the taller i grow
the fatter i become
when i am fat enough
you will cut me open
and feed me to the mill

i have heard of ambition
heard of purpose
the choice will never be mine
as i did not choose to be born
i do not choose to die

i did dream once i was a boat
a leg, toy planes and pews
no one has ever asked my dreams
i do not want to be printed on
i do not want to be recycled

today something hugged me
i thought they were trying to-
smooth as my insides
their bark, their fur
i have many more limbs
i could give many hugs