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they’re investigating

my telling of my investigating

that doesn’t go there

but I don’t want to forget it

I’m trying to write about

plastic and acid and the way

those As sound and pianos and

which Death Cab album do you like

.

I keep getting sidetracked

I’m not sure what I want I thought

I wanted another cigarette but

now that I have one

I’m focusing less on how to

relax jaw tension and more on

how it tastes

like syrup and leaves

and cloves but not like cloves

like the way cloves sounds

cloves

like that

.

did you know the Neanderthals

wrote poetry

a lot of it just descriptions

of grass

like

“my hands

little moving castles

hit heavy

disappear before me gone

taken to suckle the earth’s bosom

these castles

submerged cradled

working the oak and emerald earth”

something like that

I think

.

my poetry

soft words

like chocolate

like velvet

like bumblebees

and

go and are gone

.

I do like dashes and slashes and

commas and periods and dots and

parentheses and I like the

punctuation I like stripping it

of use until it reveals

what the eye sees

codes and keys

.

I told the landlord

something about buffalos and

cherry ice cream

I taught the nephews

fishing on a yellow September day

I dream of people as moons

crawling spinning arcing things

they look the way

shipwrecked pianos sound