I lost

my loss

in a collective

of loss

I could reach

in and grab

a fist of

them saving

them from

the rain

my mouth is

red for every

child who 

has starved

eating 

the corpse

of their

father or

mother. My corpse

is spaghetti

sharing birthdays

w a famous

clown

a famous

blind man

& a famous

actor. This cool

makes me

want to 

divulge

go on exposing

my hunger

which is

the only

story I

know. Tin

bliss

filling this

air and

every air

my only 

love a watch

and a dead

one to be sure

renewed by

an ugly face &

what I love

in a box

shoved up

on a shelf

& I wonder

when I’ll

take her

down &

abuse

her again

or disabuse

her of

her stupid

notions

about her

self. Silly

little filly

racing

around &

around.

My dog hates

my farts

should 

I fart 

here.  If the

place is

too gross

I tell my

neighbor

not to call

me mommy

& he’s not

my neigh

bor

anymore

I only work

in his

world so

I sit with dogs

so it’s

clear 

when we

wag our tails

we do not

work at

all. I’ve

only been

getting to know

you better

my rasquach

ismo

is mo

only way

 

I’m pulling back

from that

border

I let the yellow

handles

of your genius

your sunny front

against

all insult

your sunny

golden leaves

half 

a can

I can’t remember

what I said

this is a translation

of weather

how is it in Baltimore

Today

I couldn’t 

even get

there without removing

another city

the device warned

me don’t remove 

all of them

I removed

all of them

and all these cities

are gone