Joining the lead group with
          a lack of common sense
       and an iPhone
 
     playing on the remote control
     i can’t help 
          but overhear on the tv:
     a massacre in Lansing —
     a sacred landslide election
     recorded by electronic device —
 
     i can’t help:
     it soaks in sips
     from paper cups,
 
     it spits & swallows
     you in
     the living room.
 
  it goes for the hug
     on the back porch;
     you still in
     the living room
 
     it don’t complain —
     he don’t shiver —
     you know,
     i used to think
     i was psychic but
     now i can’t even see the floor.
 
     you know
     i used to think
     a lot of things
     until you 
     walked out the door
 
 cause you want
 at least a thousand dollars
 in liquid cash
 on hand
 at all times
 
 cause you’d never
 leave the flock,
 (you feckless fuck),
 without a guarantee
 
 you’d never leave 
 never leave
 to join the lead group
 
 with or without me
  
 
 
 
 
 the rat
 
 
 after he's done,
 after the break up
 could go
could go and write
 could go and write cartoons
 for the new yorker
 
 it’s been a long time
 since the last night
 
 you didn’t cry then
 so don’t cry now
 
 which is of course
 of course
 in our DNA
 
 like diplomats on vacation
 like being head over knees
 like giving up the finer things
 
 for the cheese
 
 
 
 
 
 
 we have come
 to the streets
 after the last
 
 military would march
 that wheel
 house floods
 
 phrases forked or
 “to be clearer”
 
 to expose
 a business dedicated
 to the proposition that
 
 this enemy who never attacked
 always stood in the way
 (and it was always that way)
 
 a mixture of
 a new kind of network
 and an ever-drying womb
 
 to kiss ashes across
 all that you have to do:
 
 to ride a
 car once in a while
 WITH THE ENGINES
 that
 COME SLOWLY
 
 and yet, to
 rub one out and
 admit that
 
 it doesn’t feel good after
 
 and yet —
 took its toll
 almost anticipating
 and fearing —
 
 in the shape
 of words that sit
 for days
 
 we have come
 (though once abundant over much)
 to the streets
 
 to the hallway of your
 dormatorio
 as a slug,
 it seems
 
 in the shape
 that he couldn’t
 come he couldn’t
 come for me.
 
     
     
     
     
     
     
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     oh,
          i’m
             sorry
         is that
             against the
         law      ?
             i  didn’t realize
        t ha t   y o u  we r e n ’ t.
         a  l  l o w e d
                   a l l o w e d   to   d o   t h a t
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                   we were rich and white
                   before your head exploded
                   your whole world
                   you think was loaded
                 
                 i know
                 i discovered
                 you're so special
                 cause you're dead
                 
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            in quarantine
            you go crazy
            morality
            society
            
            give me a break
            learn to wash your face
            do the dishes&
            fold the laundry
            
            you gotta have the babies
            so much to do
            
            humanity
            depends on you
            a profanity
 
 
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        iheard that
        summer is ready
        when you are