I can’t break it off. All this text. Then, in the middle of the day, I write with it. Checking out two library books, right after getting my first two fillings ever. Guess what? Rainy season is here! About life’s organization, or lack thereof: the ego is maintained; the ego flourishes; a contemporary compendium to ego; ego on a platter. It’s not really ego. How many egos? Let’s play the game of being back in the routine; in front of a magazine rack watching what people pick off the shelves. In the sandbox with egos. With nails and teeth. Hammer and brains. And this cute kid is looking at—what— guitar magazines?
Two crows divulged in a hood and I, Sitting on a parkbench in the Common, Watched two ducks glide across the pond, Listened to a variety of duck languages.
And now for a swan. A swannish language. After I press “record” I become an addict. After I eat the peach I get a hard-on. The fork in the road never looked better than in my mouth.
Please don’t leave me alone with a capitalistic culture. Please don’t flash me two crows on a runway Sexed out in such inappropriately costumed flesh That all the other birds have flown beneath the canopy.
Having just been cruised with severity, I’m not sure how much has been resolved. However, it was a nice conversation. Okay, now I’m about to fall asleep.
Even though the day got ugly I embraced my insecurities. I admit that I am an obstacle for potential buyers. Having just paid for my new apartment, I went walking around the cemetery. Factor in my attitude toward profits from referrals. It’s beautiful, eerie. He accused me of being a bad boyfriend. I emphasized my consumer gains. Why I was a poet. A scrapbook. Of tombstones.
This morning I woke up on the wrong side. My core business was on administrative leave. Where is my head? Somewhere outside of Bangor, Maine. Both the number of accounts and dep osits were up a quarter at the family cottage with a double bed and electric heater. Regulators do not appear to have been in volved. I’m sitting on the boat dock which has expanded into new markets. It is so beautiful. The two of us submit a merger application. The waves roll in. Above the cruise ship last week it cooled down just in time for some new leaves. We’re looking for ways to increase transaction volume. The sky over the awe struck cityscape, it began to rain. I packed for my trip, he said I’d always been there for him, he’ll be moving for good, would it be okay if he stayed with me? Changeoffs and delinquencies rose just as the triangulation dropped. I had brocolli, spin ach and mental stability. All the whitecaps have erupted. Now look who’s cocky.
Well, now I’m splurging. I had a veggie sandwich and a national thrift charter. Also I’m having my feet baked. Anal ysts say they are quite prominent. It’s the most food I’ve eaten in a month! This, along with significant brokerage and trading operations, makes it time for coffee. I met him online. That’s the power of love. It shifts the burden of processing bad payments, or, makes two wrongs right. Consumer lending stayed strong, beef fell to the floor. But I am not focused on acquisitions. I swear I’ll call to make sure the savings plan is in place. And then maybe I’ll just give him my keys and tell him to have at it.
days go a cat breathes loud two rooms somebody steps up a triple decker says go days go breath breathe my name for them a cemetery somebody somebody left we travelled loud with flowers misses who misses being just walk tired of wanting days go worry why do I let myself worry a loud day an inescapable mouth
the moon is purple. the television reigns blankly. the coffee waits for the phone. laundry, simple messages after each paycheck. a motorcycle drones, the distant hillside wasps, those lights, the yellow ones which sparkle or glint.
suppose some twisted caper on the carpet some crime of sucking and falling like wise men all through the interesting night and the progressive day some pre-relationship jazz all the way through elopement some star-studded belt slipping off and into the landscape rolling down the dreamscape and into the living room where we watch French movies and read modern poetry suppose blading from downtown into the darkness suppose it was all very good except for the exotic and getting a little depressed about the money suppose this sweet ritual we’ve been practicing in the yellow room suppose when I bust a hole in my shirt we don’t have to feel bad about it the truth is only in the skin suppose some swollen dictionary appears and we grab it and we honestly deal with it we blow it and we get truly involved
I’ve seen people roll their eyes at you. —sitting in the Westin (kicking the bucket)
The people who believe this lose two pounds per week. —where one flirts (not a drink til July 24th)
But I can do anything. —on the red-eye watching The Manchurian Candidate —Cameron Diaz is terribly moody
Meet more folks in the mall and we’re gonna have dinner somewhere. —remember...the kisses at bedtime both times I stayed over —through the window we could just see the chandelier with wings
Light bulbs with wings. We couldn’t go inside. The hill was very steep. We wanted it. Each of us wanted it differently. Look back at the bay view.
too sacked out in a relationship a communist in two necks of a nip too much is two much is not free you mustn’t change you know how much to appreciate three you mush you mush even out the three pricks but don’t you wish each came at least thrice oh orange rush oh too blue blight oh red Stalinist oh obstacle on a commuter rail to Rhode Island America’s Providence and speaking of dread in a three-car pile-up I cuddle my pillow and rollover a communist then I nip two maybe three distant dreams in the rearview mirror snap two photographs of bridges one at least is objective one is humanism one is an uncle’s tongue ending in love with some other tongue’s distant need and hence I do this a one and a two and a three
The teacher can see me. See. I’m having a sports smoothie to clear my mind. I can’t be funny. Text by thumb I solemnly swear. I know my connection is very good. Work brain work. One of the guests said the canopy bed is “nasty.” P.S. I’ve stopped taking Prozac again.
Today I am 30 and purple roofness. I got a total of one and a half birthday cakenesses. I shared one and broke down. We invited many to the housewarming. By the end of our conversation we were both balding. Me me me. In country and western time. Then I licked his bonus and felt the building shake. This from the 28th floor. I’m 30. Time for tightest goals or goalnesses. Exercise da da done no nada. These are just bits of the $500. Weak paycheck in the recycle bin. A new apartment! Drive a silver car across the world with the loveness. Same thing as always this mutability only this time better. Better mutableness. Better booklist blergkhness. Today I am a total of one and a half birthdays break ing down. Automatically deposited. I shared one housewarming and by the end of my 30s I was bouldered. Boulderness. In the country and western. Marry domesticness and clean up after self. Yes and this from a child of many five hundreds. Five hundred five hundrednesses.
