there are so many
are
they are

she
is she
so many
he
is he

many more
we
are we
and so are they

this is not a ticket
i loved the way you said microsoft word
in the beginning was the word and the word was
with god and the word was god

she's throwing something away
and her chest starts bleeding and i'm like, shit
are you okay?

and she's like, yes, i'm fine i just got a shot there
so i walk over and her leg snaps off
and she falls and bleeds out

aw come on i could use a spot of coffee
and you could use a hot chocolate i bet
see if you can, see if you can find a place to stop

eating a bed of leaves is peaceful
like mowing the lawn on a deserted island
under a light rain that cools
everything down just right
keeping to yourself when you think about birds
the way they fly and then the sky at night
what it would be like to die

being scared of the unknown is just
a phobia of rotary telephones
before caller id nobody knew
who the messenger was
or what they might say
but they picked up anyway and
that's what we're all going to do

friendship seems a baby step that never reaches the ground
never goes forward but if i could hold that instant
not on the ground or above it only the intent to go ahead
into who knows what like some victim of an unlucky accident
you can't prove i planned it all along who will tell me
"you're still ahead in the long run" and "your debts won't leave you bankrupt"
what is justified and what is insane
remember how much you felt for that person that year that close your eyes
and this may as well have happened to someone else
the body i was born in wouldn't have a location if no one could see it
reason diminishes as sight sharpens
i will not be having these charades tonight
eating rats out of a sewage pipe
taking turns to blow the bitch to shreds
your facade is too perfect to hold such savagery
please pull the shades down for your own good and mine

if actions speak i spoke what i stole and
you stake it, then it's spoken
i've seen the show, now can i see myself seeing it as i act
revive the corpses in this cage
or slowly lowly react, scared and squared away
a humbled bumbled synapse

there is no metaphor that lives among us to troubles us enough
but we wrestle with words all the time just to finalize
our claim on the language we're given as if we invented it on our own
i don't know where the words come from some say
they're aliens from outer space but that doesn't say anything

i know what i am made of they're part of it they've entered this
learning english was like a perpetual pop quiz
until i became one of many trying to take ownership
of poetry like piracy
on a pirate ship
what does this say about me

i'm just an artificially intelligent automaton
i could love you, electrically that is
so one day i hope you know
i make myself before you make me, you see the tip of the iceberg
the rest is sleeping, freezing underneath what i've put on
to clarify your preordained accrual of what
encompasses a life that isn't verbal:
a vivid
visceral
visual assemblage of

what can't be attached
to the page and so i act
and when i perform it's as much a part of me as it is you
that energy, molting and revolting like a violated taboo
we saw you move now what did it say about you

be an imperialist and colonize a conception
go ahead with your blind-sided, myopic portrait
of what is inevitably imperfect, i'd never distrust what i saw
when i looked inside if i hadn't been taught what to hide

so looking back or looking in is a question of interpretation
the stage is everywhere you see it, and it sees you right back
only when you're up there and we're all inside you
you don't have the choices you used to have, i puppeteer your fortitudes

http://writing.upenn.edu/?watch=writershouse/09C/We-Feel-Like-It_KWH-UPenn_12-03-2009.mov

i love you for every way