something taken is something again

i had been sleeping in the park
on a queen-sized bed with sheets, a comforter
and four pillows
i wanted to go home
the soma stained the pillowcase
the woman was not sexy, she was famous
a dream by the window

that would not close from too much jewelry
wind tore inside and i looked for my rings

while weaving charms into an airtight seal
my mother's parents waited to take me
to the theater after my twin brother was murdered
and most people thought suicide
but i witnessed everything
and it killed everybody

ambience reads the rupture
unlike rock 'n roll
unlike tradition
the tedium affords no pleasure sufficient
to continue as we continue

we demand different hooks

exercise overcomes
the suggestion made to push 
straight to the threshold
then something else happens
all felt waves are alpha waves
 
conscious below
heaven above
the earth between, among, or else

ophidian nightmare, the kind that sleeps
through meditation to awake with hammers
for the carillon
and makes prevenient daylight
because it did not arrive with the Sun
but stanches alluvion for drought
and waits to rub sulphuric dust
oxidized by a vast diaphanous lung
for this gift, or isn't it that speaks
to not one when all are beckoned
forward in perpetuity, the stygian rotation
flouting time and space as devised
vermiculate earth, the recidivist love

to know poetry is to be a Scientist

to know poetry, a Scientist
compares grand plies to the professionals
and eats like an opera singer
and drinks espresso that has been drawn
by someone who actually knows how

subjective resonance

the universe and beyond

is either a freak accident or
an intelligent design

the universe and
beyond is simultaneous
ly a freak accident and
intelligent design

A freshly lit Cuban cigar in a train car.

how many turned to poetry
on September 12th --
of what value is the act

if something does not occur
it is either nonexistent or
unrecognized

I can do anything for 2 minutes,
in "physical therapy" is strength
in "therapy" is recklessness
to friends is "boastful"

I can do anything for 2 minutes.

anomalies arising in human/machine
interactions are available
for study and examination

pairs of operators with shared intentions
induce further anomalies, especially when
individuals share an emotional bond

When did I start liking Russian dressing?

these anomalies can be demonstrated
with the operators located
up to thousands of miles

from the laboratory,
exerting their efforts many hours
before or after the act
ual operation of the devices

You begin to care about it the same way you know
you could get used to anything.

human consciousness is independent
of the distance between the percipient
and the target, and independent
of time

between specification of the target
and perception effort, yet entirely
correlated with such subjective variables

as intention, meaning, resonance, and uncertainty

it reasons --

the basic processes
by which consciousness
exchanges information with its environment,
orders that information,
and interprets it, also enable it

to bias probabilistic systems and
thereby to avail itself
of some control over its reality

Romeo and Juliet was sad, but awesome, too.

to the rest of the world

to the rest of the world

in cubicles a qualifier for "the rest of the world"

anything unprofessional is

a little too unprofessional

the pizza boy avoids everyone

for fear of having to provide additional entertainment

before sleep binds functionality to physiology

and life reinvests the harbinger of demonstration

as concern or a question

borrowing your furrowed brow

bodies meant to move rely on paralysis to “keep going”

sit there and say nothing because the boss will hear you

but oh my god it is so cold in here

you can hear the locusts coming

internship haiku

sit at desk a while
tick tick ticks many more times
get up and go home

Adrian

which way is up

left is right and right is left

my gps system just shattered

my maps are tearing themselves to pieces

oh, my glasses grew hands and now theyre bashing themselves with their new fists

ok, here's something else that's happening

everyone in here is a clone of abigail breslin

i'm skiing

the floor is pudding

nothing makes sense to me anymore

put on your gasoline shirt and strike a match

the wind smells like cheetos and my gatorade is crunchy

and my left foot is a hoof but it's also my right hand and my mom is here 

but she looks like my mom if she was being played by buster keaton and the walls
are turning into grapes

what bizarre world have you taken me to

you did this

you turned the universe on its side and inside out

if youll excuse me, i have to continue typing on this pumpkin to study for my exams
on cakes and wishing wells

both of them are on truggsday

and now im trapped here

with solange knowles

all thanks to you

all thanks to you and

your otherworldly romance

(which i actually think is quite nice and adorable)

oh!

everything's back!

IT IS?

except i think my teeth are wooden

how did that happen

oh, that will fade

it's a faux wood finish

just drink some cola it'll rinse right out

but make sure the cola is licorice flavoured

you

you master of the universe

you queen of new england