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My Grandmother Has Alzheimer’s and I Look Like Mt. St. Helen’s

There are crows on my bones
We still haven’t found the tomes of
wisdom but my sadness is well
founded in science
I’m going to grow peaches and
mangoes for us to dine on
I’m taking a trip to Hawaii
I’m planning on waking up

There is sea foam in my bones
We haven’t walked to the ocean yet
but we will and my stillness 
will be well founded in the current
I’m going to taste the moon
I’m going to lick the stars
I’m taking a trip to Hawaii

There shouldn’t be any reason for me
to not wake you up
There shouldn’t be any reason I can’t
go home
There shouldn’t be any tomes
I wish no one would die ever again

My grandmother has Alzheimer’s
and I look like Mt St Helens
Cigarettes can burn you
Magma can burn you
Slam poetry can burn you
and I can burn anything

I will speak dust in the moments
before dawn like a ricochet of the sun
bouncing off my awning as it kisses
the world smooth soft sift slowly
towards me
Kiss my toes as I walk
Jesus died
I will die
Therefore I will someday be holy
After all the moments of beauty and
holding I will command to my father
"you will no longer be a homophobe" 
God is a homophobe
My father is a homophobe
Therefore my father is god
and I should not trust him
For god has done nothing for me
like he has done nothing for my
whole family therefore I am losing
my memory
Aristotle deserves to be shot in the
foot for inventing logic because it is
the easiest thing to abuse while still
holding so much truth.

My father who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
and I cometh for thou in death
Thy world is fucked up
And thy truths hold no power over me
I am my own god and I’m coming to
kill your visage in the shape of a man
For you were created in our image
And I’m coming to take it, my life,
and my grandmother back.

andromeda is an android

[ I ]
i don’t sensationalize romance she said
as i literally plucked a heartstring
from the sparkling crystal caverns
within every dew-drop
on the inside of your mouth


[ II ]
as i child i have found
the earth is made of butterfly wings,
old tin cans and string
i have yelled god-like
things into the earth
and it’s heart fluttered
yet a man in japan
simply turned his ear
towards the ground


[ III ]
the sweet brier beings
stare deep into the
nebula coloured caramel
of the sky
'there is a fox walking on the stars'
i grin up there


[ IV ]
in a sweet pasture
andromeda is an android
and i kiss 2.5 million light-years away
in an instant
robots are cute when they blush


[ V ]
inside our collective
the jester is spinning and twisting
on his coattails
soft and sweetly lightly dancing
so god i love! so god i love so god!
the kings and queens and fairies
are so good so god! so god
let us drink early coffee
and leap with the sun rise so god!
so god let us live because so god we are alive!

why do other people have to be sad (besides me)
who is in charge and what did anyone do wrong ( )
to deserve being sad
god is a fuckface and im displeased with him
i am tapping my foot and holding a ladle 
i am going to kick his butt because i am sanji from one piece
im nami i am a badass chick 
ill steal gods pocketwatch
for taking away so much time from people
they could enjoy ( )

the roof rained spring water for three whole days
n’ the light made you look so springful 
like a fairy folk
sitting on the edge of a waterfall in a clearing
i cupped my hands and gathered a pool there
splashing it on my face i kissed you new
and didnt try to find anything
anywhere
ever

i am a woodmouse adventurer

The world is wide, the past is dim and jaundiced, and the blue of the sky is stretched thin.

I will spit at the clouds and laugh, rolling over in bed, at the intricate meaninglessness of the morning I am rolling in, ‘till by force of moving being (human or animal or mostly plant) the daydream of light sifting itself through the curtains will center it’s rending on me; me not moving and now very much alive as sleepers and nihilists are dead.

The cloth slipped on, I will slipp and sler with bounced natural movements, feel light in my carriage plus knapsack. With alpenglow on my cheeks I am many places, sometimes at once.

WOW!                                                                                                             Life Is Tall!

WOW!                                                                                                             I Like Ninjas

check this short lil ebook thing i made if u want


(always unsure of how to brand)
i am a seahorse in an aquarium
i am unsure of what that means
because i am a seahorse
i am a very dumb animal


I will walk through the snow
to a yellow lit porch
monitored by a surveillance camera
There I will think hard in a way
of thinking nothing much
with my eyes on the trees
and stairs and snow
all painted off green
or brown or white
There isn’t much
I haven’t had in a way
there isn’t much to have
in a way
where we all have what everyone
does in portions or slices or cupcakes
and so on and so forth the
old man stumbles tonguely
But
I was told a spry universe
in the throat of a young girl
whom i love
last night
when
the night
was beeping
and screeching
and thudding on my window
And
I felt so at peace
when she spoke
as if my daydreams
and her prettiness
meant as much as I said
and more than I felt
they do
god
God
GoD
there is so much that is misty here
there is so much around
that i have to be vague about it
even when I’m being specific
every human is an apple with bruises
it is still fine to eat
but it is not like a human
like an apple is not like an apple
or a bruise a bruise
just like i am not you, you are not me
So All We Can Do
is be sure about little things
very little
like that i love someone
and she read Leonard Cohen to me
through the phone
at 3am
during a spring snowstorm
and then i fought shin deep
down the road
and sat in a deserted bus stop
at 5am
and the wind whipping around me
was still
and my cigarette
was lit
and the sound of my
soft, broken falsetto
echoed ‘n reverberated
on the glass walls

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