Friday, November 6, 2009

Encounter with a Breakfast Gnome is the Sighing of the Goldfish Tank or Talking to my Brother-in-Law About Sexual Abuse

tangerine

time I mean

a bowel movement

yogurt

granola

pick up trash hearing

children's voices

the specific

voices of specific

children while trying

to fall asleep needing

hydration the high

fructose corn

syrup nightmares where

you wake up

no certain

temperature no particular

place and then you're hearing me

here

you

on the bellies of my nocturnal

night

shift on

my chest

and belly of it all tell

tell me why the lockers

are full

of rot

oranges and stick

tables why all that wet

wood soaked with

citrus and you

with

the combination

you said the morning would be ripe but my bed was cherry blossoms

and you

kept laughing

I can't

help

the bugs from taking turns the sand fleas

fear

the garden of naught

enzymes cultures

active yeast

brew a mirror to

my brain you

you

you tell

me of the desert

when you

think lemon

it is mid morning but we neither

know nor tell what is

dusted there

the carpetbaggers birth

family

toddlers

steam cleaning sugar

sugar raws the roof of my mouth

the chew the rinse the stare

crumpled

breakfast

some wild mushrooms

don't run the diapers off

a light a flashlight a saw

at night

the poison

needle

and mommy

why are all your names made

of grapefruit the syllables sour

and juicy sibilance

raw citrus

a mess

of

noodles

slippery

mirror are you

pretty

you beautiful horse shining moonbeams off your intuition

are you a unicorn

with the

long

and longing

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