" A C K T O R "

 here’s to your welfare:
 how do you feel in rapid succession?
 having your toast and drinking it, too.
 having a relapse tied to ropes
 and pulled up to eye level.

 here’s to your conscience.
 a willing and able boy seeking
 a wholly imaginary and severely diseased girl.
“He’s hungry,” she coos.

 here’s to knowing only
“too well,” and “little else.”
 and what sort of brick-fisted god
 would send such a busy-mixed signal?

 here’s to your sloppy living patterns,
 two nights in one day,
 being bounced from brink to brink.

 here’s to your interfaith marriages,
 haunted in passing and dedicated,
 waiting like hell over your dead body.

 here’s to every last thing you’ll do.
“shadow games/bad puppets”
 strung up crummy pedants pressed up
 against the surface of your retina.
“bureaucratic loopholes/domestic punchlines”
 although detail doesn’t exist,
 your eventual weight will. 

“He’s hungry,” she coos.
something gathered/something lost
have your toast and drink it too
had a relapse tied to ropes
pulled it up to average heights
the new politique. and this?
shadow games/bad puppets
crummy pedant presses up
against the surface of your retina
speaking without images or words
bureaucratic loopholes/domestic punchlines
scraping kindness of the sidewalk
begging, pleading “Talk to me.”
goodnight/goodmorning

 here’s to your welfare:
 how do you feel when your body
 and mind crash in rapid succession?

 here’s to your conscience.
 a willing and able boy seeking
 a wholly imaginary and severely diseased girl.

 here’s to sloppy living patterns
 and being bounced from brink to brink.

 here’s to knowing only
“too well,” and “little else.”

 here’s to interfaith marriages,
 haunted in passing and considered dedicated.

 here’s to every last thing you’ll do.
 although detail doesn’t exist,
 your eventual weight will.

I’ll drink anything put in front of me

the conscience of a crippled stream

a hacksaw bristled ugly on my spine

drawing muscles spasms, beg forgiveness

definite at politely refined frequencies

my own merit measured in certain hertz

composite water rushing & film grain

split projected in four directions

removing my every third blood cell

inducing static over the airwaves

inducing anemia; I only have my name

on every airport postcard ever sent

and any other two-frame playbacks

my own merit measured in certain Hertz
composite water rushing and film grain
split projections in four directions
removing my every third blood cell
inducing static over the airwaves
inducing anemia; I only have my name
on every airport postcard ever sent
and any other two-frame playbacks

anywhere I am is only a room a place I hold
no connection it is only a set of dimensions
a volume space that surrounds the space
I occupy I move independent as it moves
past me in any direction I remain apart