Sleep

1 was like
she was in a coma

1 was like 

mom was sick

chances were like 5 in 7

it was the flu

my dad stayed up with her

said it was like waking up from a nap

it was a fungus

laid dormant 

and so did we

watching movies like

googley eyes

i haven't slept since

no i never really

no one else got it

not even for a minute

No-People

looking 4 a boon
tiny,
enough to press
just a second
a no-people day
from shoulders
shorts
all this water
curiously

just me and the room
the mirror
computer
yard

Masking

Never could fathom change

i like to look back to find how things 

were the same all along

upside-down detective

walking on the ceiling

like only the strange

do along time 

into u, bald head 

is constant

loss too 

if u look at it a certain way 

cutting both ends and digging out 

for tape

 I dream that you have a new insta account
@lennycuts4u
I log back in to watch you 
snip away at various textiles 
wearing a black and white striped tee
snow piling up in your windows

Kissing Dream

when u love someone
other people also love

you're part of a club
united in hope

they'll stay 

a minute longer

Aural Invasion

alone in nature
time passing through a cushion

use silly caution
surrounded
our lives change

Fixed

i got the dog fixed

kind of a shame
was an expensive dog
could have bred it

i'm going to make ramen noodles

some ham
not ham
there is no ham

i'd do clam chowder firewood

g string thong
girls from not the midwest
pink bandaid and some Claritin

Window

J says the task is lovely,

but no one's come in yet

thru the window;

G just leaves out the door.

According to J, 

there's no wine 

but a low-class red

As it rattles in the fridge, 

I know

G cares about the 

broken light inside. I glance over and

J says, I think 

I'd like to be 

one of the flying ones

Echo

there is no
way i can
be there when
he says be

So

hand me over

the round button closing top

of boyfever's yellow shirt

when a slapstick fall onto

not gonna live without turns

free static nervy

clawing through clothes piles

plus hair and

no cotton sleep

now him saying

all the instruments were broken

and you in a little jar

and him asking so,

what kind of place are your dreams?

 

Night in Yellow Chicago

seized hard by

2 sped-up sisters in pink

lapsitting fast on

2 sons of a junkyard operator

1 wearing a plastic bag hat,

1 crying and offering

cherries and

sweaty tap water

within plain sight of 

belching smokestacks,

saying

u look resourceful

u hardly capitalize

and u have hands that some may

consider even graceful