Barometric sensations
are generated from within
my calcified cranium
while the ureaesque
substance begins
to be pumped in.
Better to be
pissed off
than pissed in,
but not my
decision.
It’s both…
to my chagrin.
Breathe in
the benzene
laced air.
Breathe out
the existential
fear.
Feel lucky
that you were
able to get here.
Be thrilled
you’re alive.
That’ll be
$3599.95.
There’s a moment when your memory
crystalizes a living person
into a picture or scene.
If you’re lucky, maybe
you hear a laugh or
see a quick facial tick.
In that moment,
the living person
is no longer relevant
to the chrysalis
your memory created.
Even when the living person
becomes someone else,
they’re stuck
in your mind’s cocoon.
Some days I want to scream,
but I know to achieve
the volume I desire
I’d have to sacrifice pitch.
So, I don’t.
So, what happens when we die?
The universe stops observing itself,
at least from your perspective,
and becomes nothing, like before your birth.
Worst part about church weddings is the church part.
While listening to a celibate give advice about the holy institution of matrimony,
I find an old familiar feeling as I count the light and note their focus.
I sat for years counting the triangles on the ceiling of St. Jean Vianney
Twice a week until 15, Sunday and Wednesday
Once a week until 18, Sunday
There were over 400.
I still remember the pattern.
I remember the feeling
of counting
my personal rosary.
Oversized Tungsten rings
so unlike
toddler’s father’s shoes
some things
you’ll never quite grow into.
Are all of the misfortunes
that befall me just some delayed form of
karmatic retribution
for taking more than one piece of candy?
Poets are the rare, odd types
with just enough self-importance to feel
they have vital truths to share
and the consideration to be terse.
Is the inflection point of
apology efficacy and time
dependant on sincerity
or on apologee obdurancy?
They choose feelings of anger
because it’s easier than feeling small.
Why sit feeling defenseless,
when they can instead feel scary and tall?
—
People feel anger like sharks
feel blood in the water. In a frenzy.
Seeing red and hearing less,
they can smell it from a mile away.
An Intelligent Being With Deft Hands 