number 15
Life is a mega-deal

number 17

I am pausing
I am holding my breath
I am waiting
number 29
forever

the timed out moments break
forever the slip of present
slides past

temptations go on

the hesitations of trips down sidewalks
cut through alleys
peer over
corn-syrup products
waste seconds kicking stones
and rolled up papers
gas prices neon
oil and free air
mud coffee

who is playing the lottery?
eyeing the shelves?
left behind in the lines that stretch around aisles
to the notes of electronic
new customer bells
half-hearted thanks receipts
to the tunes of plunging
and rifling
plastic?

one after another
never looking any other
in the eyes
trying not to touch
hands
trying not to brush boundaries
in the embarrassment of being alive

number 38
one in the afternoon aspirin
number 44
my visions are last night's popcorn's

number 47
sapling paper
bug bite knees
johnny cash

number 53
masochist stairwell heavens
digital tropes of bygone sexist
binary allusions to hero and villain
good and evil fight delight of
symmetrical conflicts
persuading thoughts toward
phallic prick hierarchies
hark the ferrel merry tongues
lash bath of sure language spit
flood suffocating
cultural lungs breathing shit self-made
air
care received and
reiterated and worn on sleeve
internet page hearts
compressed files down payment
reach of electric cash
tools fabulous discrepancy social bugs
lugged like empty suitcase
vocational school friars
blown out tired lessonless
narrative irony flapping rubber
lips prehistoric dead
financed machinery corpses
bleating lukewarm melodies
leftover lasagna earths
atmospheric pull of
lit pixel pupils
on affinity handheld displays
on dirt stained broken
concrete chunk nature
on nurtured stupidity
sold presumptions
touching realities rim
enough to meet
graceful illusion
needs.

Number 59
look at that cotton ball sky
pale blue
your eyes
cool breeze kept out but that sun
through the window warms my thighs

number 76
walking down the street
full of stars
and angels

number 86

how honest the carpet on my feet
soft soled
breathing air between my toes

Number 88

a record is skipping

number 92

midafternoon breakfast
swept under the rug
the sky between
somewhere like rain
and all day sunshine
through blinds a dusty sepia

turning wheel courses
towering in slight conversations
ever-so set on fire by each moment
the stomach twists and turns
breeding inclinations out
of inclinations

pestering everything
is growing old

number 112
bouncing screensaver
burnt in image

number 126
allow me
to suggest
the rain