TODAY IS THE WORST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
I’m an office clerk now ––
trying not to think in pessimist clichés.
Trying not to think I’m a robot.
Trying not to think of the movie Office Space.
Trying not to image that my cubicle
is a jail cell and that my stapler
are my cellmates.
There is an air conditioner in the corner.
“Air conditioning is a luxury,” we’re told.
And maybe that’s true.
No more panting in a warehouse.
No more almost-strokes or swamp crotch.
No more clumps of powder falling down my pant leg.
No more leaving powder footprints
as I sneak away for a quick affair with the water fountain.
Every morning, documents are delivered to my desk
by a guy named Tim with a wart on his forehead.
Tim got yelled at last week for taking a 50-minute shit
on company time. Now he walks
with a slow shuffle and never says hi to anyone.
“Tim should cheer up,” people say.
“Yeah,” I say, and point to the air conditioner.
One of my tasks is to skim the documents on my desk
for insurance-policy numbers
and policy-holder names. I type
this information into Microsoft Excel, then toss
the documents into a “TO-BE SCRAPPED” bin.
I’m making it a point not to daydream
about tossing myself into that bin.
I’m also making it a point not to call Child Services
on my pregnant supervisor. (She is currently rambling
on the other side of the room. She says
she has recently binge-watched all 5 Twilight movies
and is now considering naming her baby Renesmee.
She is completely serious about this….)
I walk to the men’s room
to check Facebook on my phone. Continue reading
blood red wine glass in mommy’s pale hands
does nothing to tame the wild
bestial children of comfort gnawing rats
disease oozing down exorcist steps pollen
snotgreen in rain pools egg yolk riverfalls
down exorcist steps down to the river like
backseat schoolbus yellow piss stream
river touching leather baby shoe with new car smell
of fresh blood stillborn wanting unborn wanting
flowing downriver in snotgreen ooze
flowing to a pee-pee and plastic ocean new life
semen pollen snot kindergarten new car smell
noseblow like broken egg splatter
of decaying blood vampire devil children
kindergarten wanting all-giving mommy mommy rotting
egg stench new car smell steps into pee-pee water
down exorcist steps idle vampire blood
comfort excess in idle tower bonethin
plastic grandmother diamond encrusted
horse teeth woman driven by migrant au pairs
devil children ass encrusted with candy shit
ass wiped by dark race of surplus labor mothers but
bonethin plastic grandmother never had to work a day in her life
sick green preripe unborn fruit unborn thoughts
hopeless birth into degenerate world Continue reading
Prose adaptations of Francisco Goya’s Caprichos, I-XXVIII
His expression is a pretence at inscrutability, but it gives him away: there is that haughtiness of the besieged, the embittered mercifulness, that tense, intermittent truce of compassion and disdain that distances a man from mankind as he finds men caught in the crossfire and sees them hurt…
They Say Yes and Give Their Hand to the First Comer
Every man is a boatman on the infinitely branching river of his possible lives, and every man is condemned to the course ordained by those faults and misfortunes particularly his, and she will marry one and embark, as first mate, siren and captive, with those faults and misfortunes particularly hers, to certain death amid the wreckage.
Here Comes the Bogeyman
A mother and her children cower before a hooded figure, who is perhaps the bogeyman, or a comparable human evil, as he prepares to eat the children, or extract his payment, or drag his family back home.
Bathe Me in Honey, O You Boys
Typing and typed, I ask not
To be understood and not
To be undone, but merely not
To be misapprehended. Continue reading
all that is right and all that is left
i will chop my left arm off
and you will chop your right arm off
so we can lie facing each other
The only thing sadder, or so
the saying goes, than a washed-
up whale carcass, the body
plopped on the beach like
a slimy, meat-stuffed puppet,
is a dozen whale carcasses
fanned out in some apocryphal
testament to the accidental
power of chemistry and greed.
But by that logic a couple dozen’s
worse, et cetera, ad infinitum.
And maybe it’s not so much
that I don’t care about degrees
of suffering—as if each flavor,
shade, make, model, and stink
deserves, no, requires some
specialist with two decades of
experience in a field utterly tan-
gential to the pulse behind
the human condition—I’m just
never sure which way my head
should turn, which stories most
need my funneled sympathy. Continue reading
I am up on the mezzanine
watching you all
you are all very nice
and very interesting
you are people of the arts
you are at a fundraising gala
hosted by the magazine
for which I intern
some of you are seated with my coworkers
who I don’t really know
because we never really talk
they said I would get food upstairs
but there is no food which is too bad
because I love branzino
but I hope you are enjoying yours Continue reading
all you need is:
I Don’t Care If I Never Get Back
current style is I swear I’m not a cop
sitting in the empty
wooden bleachers behind home plate
at the abandoned little league
field on Filbert Street
where a cop got stabbed last week
today there’s a gang of starlings pecking at the grass
in the shadows of deep center
and every day there’s a group of people huddled
on the picnic table beyond
left selling dope Continue reading
Am I to mitigate time?
Sipping cups of coffee the blue bench is torn.
Ringing out from the sides false piano a pedal pressed.
Heartily reverbs, pleasant fly by night conversations.
I am not afar from this I touch the lowly breath.
Reminding me of missed passes.
The clouds above and people around singing poor tunes.
Eternal return another, another I will deal with later.
Tightrope walking through emotion.
Heavy handedness loses me another. A sin I will not forget
A sin committed in restless dramas Continue reading