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My sleep transplant constantly rejects
I've tried them in all forms
sent in the warranty
and here I am, on the line
with the Middle East for 8
hours, holding my breath over the
buzzing jazz intervals supposedly
to keep me calm by not
having to hear dead space,
they tell me to wait a bit longer
the effects will kick in
about 4 to 6 business days
but they never do, everything is
starting to go hazy now and
I can no longer get by on the
bread and water passed under the
dog flap in my right ventricle,
eyelids barely even shut correctly
in a cockeyed half-wince, please,
please tell me what I should do now
the sun is coming up for a third time,
it's nerve wracking having to watch this
every twenty-four hours, again, more,
have you ever experienced this personally?
I would like my money back
and a free refill of whatever is on tap
and if you could send somebody over
to reset my neural pathways,
that would be great.

rejected June poem

I should start Dating Things so I know when I write Them

familiar yet bland
the after-taste spoiled
everything her tongue
worked towards
her extremities were
numb like the
muse she pricked
her wings from unfurled
they made stained-glass
look like cave paintings
of 50's stick figure pin-ups
although when flapped
they stuck to the air anyway
and she remembered the
cinder
blocks roped to her ankles

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I suppose I am to write something profound in my first post. I am currently having trouble writing something "good" since I just had my yearly phone call from my brother who lives in California, and who is always coming out to visit but we are still waiting, he has no money except for the car he bought recently and the medicinal pot farm in the basement of his two story house in the redwoods, and his DJ business needs funding somehow, so he calls me every now and then to let me know he is alive still and he almost got married.

Also, I think "good" is a very vague word which is used too often, and therefore has lost its' meaning. There are a lot of words like that. So pardon me if I can't come up with extraordinary writing all the time. Most of what I write is narcissistic and lacerates your throat like smoking the brown plastic cotton end of a cigarette at four a.m., mouth hanging open while the yellow fire steam flows out wondering what you are doing on the roof at this hour and if you will ever come down. Don't blame me if I send you into relapse. That's my job.

I will post my new stuff when I come up with new stuff, or edit old stuff, or splice remnants of old stuff together to form something semi-coherent. Promise.