Thursday, October 02, 2014



i had meant to write begin,
like fresh start, but wrote
being, that mystery of be
ing so inappropriate that 
we’re al(l )most inappro
priate – ma(s)king sense of 
everything that marls sense.  
marking things up, us being
marking beings, us being, us
being marked, each milking
the mark-down, making like
marrying up just to make up,
each of us, all along, each a
glass of senseless melon.  up 
at dawn just to make cents,
man.  more like making sense
manqué. thinking in the end
that man just can't, man. can
it!  and that’s mondo fucked up, 
isn’t it?  and to think, i participated.

Meant to erase half the words or more
but couldn’t bring myself to do it.
               —Rachel Blau DuPlessis

that others often mis-type the one word for
the other doesn’t make me feel like part of
one big happy family.  i was in a family once.
and to think.  i participated.

it looks like we
           both really screwed up
                                     this time,
                                               doesn’t it?