Brother, I

Remember that time
back at the old house
with our pink cherry trees
and the willow out back
you pissed in bottles
in the basement
in your section

you were in the
garage
and I saw
your plastic weed baggie
you told me
“Don’t tell mom”
frantically
“Please”
and I didn’t

Remember when you
took me out
to the street gutter
in front of the
yellow fire hydrant
and dumped
your
plastic weed baggie
out saying,
“This is the last of it”

I was so
relieved because
now maybe mom and dad
would sleep in
the same room again
and Julia would
stop being so emotional
all
the
time



I knew
the oregano
was missing

Saturday, 9-6 shift

would you like to donate a dollar to St. Jude? no
would you like to like to donate a dollar to St. Jude? no
would you like to like to donate to donate a dollar to St. Jude? no
would you like a dollar to donate a dollar to St. Jude? no, no
would you like a dollar St. dollar for to donate to St. Jude? no
would you like St. Jude to donate a dollar to St. Jude? no
would you like your mother, your father, a dollar, St. Jude? no
St. Jude, would you like a dollar, for a dollar, St. Jude? no
would you like to donate St. Jude, the dollar and? no
you like Jude, would you donate, for a dollar? no
you are a dollar, St. Jude, a dollar, for donating you, for you? no
would you like to donate a dollar to yourself? no
would you like St. Jude's dollar? no
would you like dollars like St. Jude? would you? no

"I" exists

existence is futile
think about running away, rebound
run towards, transference
run diagonal caddy-corner with a combine
yellow car extinction targeting the youth;
stealing is easy, scratch n’ sniff barcodes
so they can’t read, ignorant illiterate machines
yellow diesel oil slicks drenched rainbows
think about emissions think about footprints
think about twisted up light bulbs and mesh tote bags
carry your food in style minus the guilt
consumer reports on consuming comic sans indulgence
past-tense timelines, old yellow calendars
in the sun room and bamboo shoots
our calendars are always flashing noon
neon Heinekens refresh us wash our necklines
hanging please hanged present-tense valium
get-off the junk horse, wrapped smiling wide eyes
screaming commentary running in a line below
the bar and dropped chex mix and
one-ply napkin coasters sopping up
yellow beer stains, cut us our share,
erasures in thinking about would you ever
white legacy red mornings crystal misgivings
popping commercial soap bubbles
and the chrysalis on our back spine-growth
smoking a pack to get through something,
the armageddon comes to you
in yellow saran-wrap and crinkles
murder binary code sun-god

networking

Hello Sir, would you like me to fuck up your
sleep cycle
Sir? I see you paying six-fifty
for your invasive procedures and
I can tell, the gasoline fumes are really
getting to you
Consider shaving your beard with a machete
see how you feel, it can
be very therapeutic knowing the
capitalists aren't winning, ya'know,
imagine twelve hundred million pixels
of children laughing
and cartoon brain smashes
and the whole 4G network blowing their
rape whistles
flying through the oxygen in this
room, penetrating our lives
without our knowledge;
thick imageries of nothing
fucking your brainstem
viral ad campaigns kissing babies
in your kidneys fucking
Keanu Reeves in black leather fucking
your whole self, these waves, BP's
Green Dragon breathing Invigorate
into the 2011 White Lotus Sedan
incredible savings
would you like cash back?

eve

we sat in designated
blue velvet porcelain oak chairs mother
pulled syrup and bread and
sarcophagus from the black-caked corroded
oven, we watched, steam rising from
her robe and, I
passed out, the knives,
my brother licked his teeth coated, licked, his
teeth trembling licking and
my sister blinked as she prayed
fingers crossed together knelt down, intertwined
I counted these blinks until
the crows, descended, every year,
black feathers in glitter glue
plugged into the outlet behind the
table, thrash brown toe claws in steel-toed boots in
our milk and honey, the table salt, and
spit in our mouths manifestations, cholera, plasmosis,
Darling’s disease,
father rises and punctures my
brother’s, throat with two double-A batteries
positive test results lung collapse lung collapse
the, they, stab their gnarled cracking beaks in
my stomach, fermented digestion system twisted,
arranged a one-act nativity scene with the entrails,
blood of the holy ghost coagulated in my throat
and mother observed from the other end
contorted hands gesturing relaxations convulsing
relaxation hissing around, flapping, relaxed,
I kneeled ambivalent on the hardwood
fetal position outlines