The clouds are mashed potatoes only they aren’t heavy like the ones I make. They dangle below us and shush me as I gaze at their approximation through the passenger side window, which is thicker than life itself but still feels cold. They spread fat shadows on the tan land below (there are people there, too, but they have disappeared). We are bathed in sunlight while the invisible ones think it’s a cloudy day, overcast, cast over, but we know otherwise.
I just want the days to unfold like I tell them to
not tell them to, exactly,
but think to myself that they should.
I want to be absolute master of my time
until I remember how it worked out
the last time,
how it wasn’t enough
I go slow in the quiet
to the hum of the box fan.
There’s time, it soothes,
there’s time for everything
I take a sip of bitter coffee
Disgusting pig fat pig animal face of a dog ugly,
you say to us
because you can.
And I say
as I sit here
shaking my head
even if you win, you will never win.
If I could dream in Portuguese would I curl like smoke? Would I cry swollen verbs and walk with swinging hips? Are some sighs, after all, reserved for borrowed tongues? Do thoughts float like restless ghosts unless we manage names?
People want things
Maslow says it’s simple
but I don’t think it is.
They want everything,
their holey insides unable
to hold more than a few
When you don’t want to write
you think of all the
littlest things you
like drink coffee
make your bed
update your status–again–because
that’s also important,
because those words aren’t
And all the while, you are Hans B.
with your finger in the damn dam,
waiting for the moment you can’t withstand.
of all the things in the world
inside the mind
pressing through the veil,
all the things outside it)
where hidden knowledge hides between
is where You are waiting,
The refrigerator is buzzing
and we don’t know why. It’s a Buddhist monk
of a machine and we can’t wake it if
doesn’t want to be. We stomp and jump near it
open and close doors like we’re prying secrets from a mind
and still it chants modern mysteries
closes its eyes
ignores our wild expressions
until we give up and walk away.