Stained Glass

Joni Mitchell is a Frank Gehry feminist
And everyone is singing to themselves
The way, goes both ways
And I want images that are the wardrobe
Not conversations that are a rug,
a rug that is suddenly not there
There may be no magic without sex
No peppers without passwords
and what they have in common
The way the street curves making people's walkings off
The time you drunk drove into wearing a jersey
That's wrong with America
I would push them
Down, down
If at any time it was an option
Don't stop
Dead, all dead
Sparks go, what is a structure?
Come now, where is the wave?
Click the key

Lock your job, beginner's luck


self asking for work
that has meaning
you realize
the problem.

paid as a promise.

-de step nothing.

latch on the back.
try it? 
I told you

selfish I like it.

tapped on thee
back of the screen
with a baked stuffed haddock
-you see me now?

Bodega Man

He's not the most friendly

But, busy.

And also

I'm shy.

He takes the time to pack a straw with my Gatorade

And I let it happen

Even though the straw is too short for the bottle.

And it's bad for the environment, wasteful.

I stopped bringing bags to the supermarket
because I want the girls who work there to like me.

I didn't know the straw doesn't fit the bottle

until I get home,

which is also when I realize that he took the time, and care.

Ending Gentrification

You may feel like first you need a space—
that's not going to happen.
Maybe your space is a place to stand sometimes.
You can fold it up and take it with you when you walk around.
That's a little better.
You can fold it into a chicklet
And chew down gently
And swallow it inside you.
Now you have completed the first step to ending gentrification.

You can assemble a chain.
It can be any material
But NOT anything bought from Amazon.
You can't exactly choose where the chain goes.
Everyone around you, and everything you pass, are part of the chain.

You are allowed one nest.
The nest is yours, it is unique to you. It possesses everything you are and everything you want: the nest is your power.
Chance will determine what goes into the nest.
Everything around you, and everyone you pass, are technically part of it.

To unlock an expanded set of levels, ask a neighbor.

Sense of Humor

Nothing beats a well-timed cliché
In my book

NY ily

I made a space to fill
They call it the future
It catches my flailing
And crying
And meanwhile I'm walking


Just like that
Brick road
I won't forget
And I'm walking

Interview With A Doorman

He holds the key
To so many things
Like how the interior was designed
To replicate a ski lodge
It's based on a real hotel
Provocative in the winter
In the summer, well,

Why I decided to quit smoking

I saw a girl wearing an outfit I wouldn't normally like,
but it looked cute on her.
And I noticed she was smoking, and I noticed her hi tops,
which I would never wear,
but they were working for her.
And then I thought, she almost makes smoking look cute.

And then I decided
that the real reason I quit smoking was so that I wouldn't be a walking advertisement promoting smoking and making it look attractive.
Cuz I'm so cute.
But, one time when I had just finished being a teen, some teens were hanging out and I was on a work break
And the girls wanted to bum a cigarette, but the boy was trying to stop them,
in a way,
And I gave them a cigarette
because it was the feminist thing to do.

Are bits of data


What do you do with someone's living room
                                               on a laptop


A photo of the Pope


 in an Excel spreadsheet








We are the last who felt the forest.
Looked out, and saw something 

The Ant On The String

The things I loved...
without knowing I loved them.

Stalking myself on social media.

Reading my 2009 self

Telling me things I've forgotten.

So.. o.. this is what memory feels like. (the angel, the book, the video, communism).

Putting an education to use.

Good friends we've had, and friends we've lost.

I'm a dee jay in an evergreen =>

THEN                                                            TOO
                              FUSED                                                                                   NOW.

                                                                         (a car driving)

x           stich           x            stich           x           stich           x           stich           x        

An angel, A book,

A way to see it all at once.

:A disclaimer:

Subtle Braid Song


braid, braid.
(Subtle, subtle) braid braid.


I like your Subtle

I like your Subtle
(braid, braid)

Subtle, subtle
braid, subtle, braid braid


I like your Subtle


I like your Subtle, subtle, subtle
braid braid
I, I like your subtle braid.

I like

Your braid

I like your subtle, subtle braid.

I like

your braid

I like it (subtle, subtle, subtle)

Braid Subtle Braid Subtle Braid
I like your subtle braid.

A Poem Is A Prayer

A poem is a prayer a human writes.

Going Out

Time spent thinking
about another, benevolent force.
Time spent looking
for my cell phone.
The only key
For making sense of this world