short poems upon awakening this afternoon

               


     state

oh i don't
feel like
capitalizing today




    feeding my bugs

when i unwrapped
the big Romaine head
i felt bridal




    cops


the state's always
so sarcastic
change the channel





    slept


walking towards. strange
the hills of. you.
hummocks of your cops





     cops


can be groomlike arresting
you. gentle. not orwellian.
put you in the back seat

i felt bridal





     taco bell


the state's always
a restaurant. no wonder
mary jane is orwell.





    another way

the big Romaine head
so sarcastic. cops
admiring. the beauty of.

their own groomlike arresting




    nobody likes that

the young jeans tornado
with a Gotham sty. tried to kill
the x men. that's so not sexy.




    don't

make a snuff film
and call it an x men
movie. that's not sexy.





    don't

make a war and call
it a government. this
is not the taco bell channel.




    i like them

i dreamt hummocks of
cops. hummocks of cops
all night. groomlike.




    always i see

women courting women. men
courting men. you're all
very gay. this isn't the oscars.

but you are billy bob thornton.



    i'm leaving you now

i have to go out in the sun.
my molerat squeaks and gibbers
afraid. of your grocery dividers

how could emily face a grocery divider?






    this is a war universe

i can't start scotch tape.
sometimes not cling wrap. toilet
paper. and you want me to what





    you are young

someday tho. you will meet
the molerats of poetry. even
x men fear them. their lips

are behind their teeth