M.A.K.C.
The universe in
fact, it proves
itself to be one
in all the things (i find
remiss)
in the death of some-
one i care about
for real my
boy, who rolled
around in the
new harvest as i
cleaned it on
the table and there were little
black and white hairs
in all the
flowers in all the harvest.
Portland 2015
The death of a rat is awful
red trickles from the
nose, the
snapped neck black
eyes gaze
corners unto eternity
rat poison is better (you don’t
have to clean it up), but still an
awful death you can hear writhing
in the wall it’s
nothing you ever
want to think about but
you can’t
live with plagues, can you? you
take a hard chug for too long
which burns down to where
you once imagined a soul.
San Jose 2010
1980 thought to herself: what
will it be on my name
day?
here at the end of
the past and
everyone thinks that
i just guess
when they're
little in so many
words and they marched her
along and most everybody
went along with
it took to it
like their natural
habitat and
she clutched at her
arms and
heard them all at
once but
nothing possibly can ever
happen to us because nothing
ever does we all line up and
we all know one another and
everybody does as
they're in-
structed but i end up in trouble
even though i'm only very
small somehow, The Years
have no patience for
me and
won't show me how to
do it
right and demand that it's
done correctly because one
comes after the next
one
before the next one and
after
the last one and that's why
This Hideous Old
Machinery
is here in
your
little face to grate and take
pleasure and close the door
on your obscene bleating
so the others remain
oblivious. 
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