Which is not to say
the way to get the best performance out of someone is to have them fear
for their life

Now, what option did you have when
the whole world saw you break, said you broke
what you had meant to fix? Wasn’t it always your
job, caretaker? You are ignored, now screaming.

Naked and obnoxious, with a stereo on multi-disc shuffle,
we dove so laughter would drop like pollen from our bodies,
Jason – always – leading the way.

And I know the world will end in a ball of fire that will look a LOT like kind of like exactly like the Tide detergent logo.

Don’t trust men in broom closets. Don’t trust men in studios. Don’t trust men. Unless they have money and promises. Then trust them even less.

afternoon phone calls split
his concentration, the arch
in her frantic foot now sharp
as modern time’s resolution.

So he left, a Spider-man Quitter
Searching for a slice of shade,
under the pounding sun

So little difference between
a voice from  the com on his chest

and his own voice, answering.
Captain, Captain.  Please acknowledge

you thought
he had a heart but that was just
my body he morphed into music

I tell Ghost Dad I’m moving out
on him, and he shatters like a saucer

When I kissed her foot there
in the dark in the tent I never wanted
that feeling to end I wanted nothing more

You’d share your pockets in the cold
when I was too headstrong to go back
inside and grab a jacket, and I’d laugh

how it loves its own silky skin, goes mad
for the taste of its own salt-blood.