old days of
too-scrolled chatter
the instant
a vowel pointed
stampede on
tumbling
expectations
quiet killers
still till
something changes


makes me wonder.

sun is going
and my head feels like
the back of its
been left wide open for days.
I concentrate on a man with a carpet
by the too close curb
the moment lets me
forget about all not happening
anymore.
the city sucks my brain so thin
somedays.
my bones don’t know
what to talk about anymore.
can’t rest with you.
hands can’t
seem to make words stand
up it seems
these seams they just won’t
fit me.
too skinny
too skinny
stay away from me.

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"I’m a poet, the people I love will always be somewhere else."
Kait Rokowski (4/8/11 late night walk during CUPSI)
"The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating…, but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us…"
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, Part I (via monabsorptionetfaiminterminable)
"Can’t remember—lines, orbs, glass
Which page I aim
Which rule I break
Where I am in evolution
I orbit conversations with meteors
I forget to check out this or outsider
I curve spinal column into earth crust
Why birth language
Why Become
Wave riding Our Father
Ignoring Horus
Who is himself a her disguising"
818
"I’ll marry a person who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which."

my legs looked

everything

jointed

nothing

worth loving but you love them

you love them

you love them