Vitamin A – first on my list.
Vitamin B – to be or not to be.
Vitamin C – my favourite of all. Good for you and good for me.

Hotel Back Yourself – I didn’t book any accommodation, I went out and planned to sleep with someone else. They could foot the bill.

I broke the words with mm. Two gulls on the horizon. Drawing strange links.
Do rappers find the meaning in words, all sounding alike. Revamped.
Panting. Hopeless.

What would you bet on?

Temporality what wouldn’t you like to die of? A knife fight? Hard Kari- age… any.

The fly, the fly is buzzing. Repeating its whirr, like the only sound. Expectant, numbing, impending. Flooding, flapping flutter.
I cringe away, the sun shines brightly, the christian sin goes on unscratched, and I hate everyone. Every single one. I can find fault. I will miscommunicate. Attack, undermine, change face, annihilate.
Auto correct after a fashion – I see you, I hate you.
Work. Friends. Zones we enter. A downward feeling. A dip. A low. A high tolerance for holing off the feeling of attacking and killing. Boodlust. Cynical home. Angry innards gush with purple and green.

Violent violent torrents, these old feelings have new growth. How can I win away from all of this smut. Smacking my lips for horrible thoughts and uncontrolled feelings of others. I will give you nothing. Nice to meet you, I wish you were fucking dead.

How perverse I would become if everyone were dead. But now, like everyone I only wish. Right now I sit and wait and miscommunicate. Miss understood. Underfoot. Cutting bloody chunks from my body. Insolent, petulant. hoping from prosperity. Withdrawals, shaking, hiding, holding out hope. Cutting back and re-assigning.

Look how slowly and simply this creature moves. It’s short life. Ugly stricken. Feeble attempts. Holding back all wishes, out wards. God has no books for you. There will be no suffering worth your time, just an unsure torment until you pass. All you’ve done will be repeated said the Demo tape. Six singles. Symbolic plungers peel away acid flesh and this toothless home bites cleanly through my flaking morbid flesh. Animals, entertainment. Fuck me.

My feet haven’t been dry since we landed with all the rain in the trenches. Now we’re just waiting for our feet to rot off.
I’m rotting from the outside in and devouring what’s left from the inside out. Nothing is like this starvation, I have a rat in the pit of my stomach, burrowing down, digging deeper.

Food is so real. I’m at the limit of myself, like I’d never known, I‘ve become an acid that burns me inside out. It kills me. I-am-killing-my-self. Dark red holes have been opening up all over my body. My tongue drowns with thirst, the blisters freeze at night then crack during the day. Sunburn licks at every exposed bit of skin and now it’s rot from the wet – This body isn’t my home.
The doctor said that if the swelling doesn’t stop, it might fall off, so I’ll have to pop it. I’m a conscript. I’m a convict. Is this warring against death?

I popped a welt today and used the puss as a lip balm. The lipstick of the sick you used to call it.

All the time in the trenches we’d say:
It comes from what you consume and play.

All cards have hearts
but eye see spades
mouths are clubs that – shit out diamonds.

Hot tea- herbal, healthy.

Blowjob

When teaching was undertaken by technology. The robots. Deep, flat voices- internal, electrodes.

Meaning and understandings from newborn to 29 months. a throbbing feeling. A cocoon, of cast and inatural mirrors. Sounds and responses. Taught, manipulated- faces. Smile, instruct, milk, vomit.

Sanitary smells of sickness. The alphabet. Eating it all up. Horror and tone and light. Thrumming, bouncing sleep. Excitement, an

Isolation and control. Ingrained fear. Phobia and the strange plucking observations. Chicken like movement, beads. My history, raised on computers, movements and I’ll reflections. Each we share. The bells, my heart, these unblinking eyes. Vitals. My observations, charts, screens, blips and blobs. Always scratching at me, measuring blood. Fleshy pink pin cushion. I’m 5 now- I remember only a little bit of my time. Raised by computers, a steel whet nurse. Ink drying that marks my ID number. Barcoded. Bars, tracking, prison, awaiting work. Recite the poems. Recidivist. Recidivist. Recidivist.

I remember-

Putting wet washers on an ex girlfriends back. Caring.

I remember my brother telling me that my old coin collection wasn’t worth anything.

I remember debating with my dad if it was a wasp or a bee. (It was a bee)

I remember my brother and father telling me that they saw the Easter bunny outside in the back yard, it was raining and they were laughing. My mum told me the truth.

I remember my mother.. As I walk in the door to my hotel, a woman is smoking. She apologizes. I say not to worry about it. It reminds me of someone.

For me: Winning is, Winning the heart of people.

The fat woman in my hotel spoke about the lie of climate change this morning. I had to drink some coffee to brighten my mind, disengage sir.

We watch the television to confirm our happiness in a world full of problems and injustice.

Pork tornadoes

Smuckers Jam- 100

Chain reaction popcorn effect.

Love languages:

Touch –

Acts of service –

Quality time –

Words of affirmation –

Gift giving –

Lots of renovations –

Cab driver : silence

Queen parachutes into the super bowl

Betty white – actress

Hello,

We all got up. We all got dressed. Breakfast was an event, or non. We may have showered, some of us are thinking about other things, later we will speak. I’ll give you one-minute to relax into the day. To warm up and create order in yourself, so that you might listen ………………………………………………. (sixty dots).

I landed in Syracuse, it was late. I didn’t have the heart to share a cab with the two students from Oswego, blaming it on me having barely enough fuel in the tank to converse.

I hailed a cab, a big hammy Indian picked up my bags like and swung them easily into the trunk.

I decided to sit in the back. I handed him the directions to the my hotel, he said “speak, I don’t read”.

So I dictated. He confirmed, as the cab rumbled along.

“Lots of renovations going on at the airport,” I said.

Silence. A minute passed

“Are you from round here?”

Silence.

I was very pleased, drained and off balance. The rest of the ride was quiet. Traveling alone from state to state, hotel to hotel can be isolating. Social energy stores and then festers. It felt perverse having my foundations float away into nothings.

I thanked the Indian graciously when I arrived safely at the hotel.

I walked in and told the receptionists. They laughed and said “welcome to Syracuse”.

It was a classic case of sadness in the big city.

I thanked them for their help and bid them goodnight as I walked away to the elevators.

They said nothing.

I landed in Syracuse, it was late. I didn’t have the heart to share a cab with the two students from Oswego, blaming it on me having barely enough fuel in the tank to converse.

I hailed a cab, a big hammy Indian picked up my bags like and swung them easily into the trunk.

I decided to sit in the back. I handed him the directions to the my hotel, he said “speak, I don’t read”.

So I dictated. He confirmed, as the cab rumbled along.

“Lots of renovations going on at the airport,” I said.

Silence. A minute passed

“Are you from round here?”

Silence.

I was very pleased, drained and off balance. The rest of the ride was quiet. Traveling alone from state to state, hotel to hotel can be isolating. Social energy stores and then festers. It felt perverse having my foundations float away into nothings.

I thanked the Indian graciously when I arrived safely at the hotel.

I walked in and told the receptionists. They laughed and said “welcome to Syracuse”.

It was a classic case of sadness in the big city.

I thanked them for their help and bid them goodnight as I walked away to the elevators.

They said nothing.