"Today is the fifth day"

Today is the fifth day of the rest of my wife. If I were to sit across from you in the board room, meeting room, interview and say read me, fine, tell me all the things, you could say, card shark, first, then blond card shark, then trickster, muffin, potato acer, ship runner, overland comer, movie longer, Garbo hoarder, with a wrinkle under your so’s your uncle for your favorite rock. I am looking forward to a time when I can compete. Until then, I am slavering in the mix and no I don’t know what that means but it won’t stop me from translasting it. I was born for it, you say, this movie is great, it’s got a crazy lady, you say, you’re not a turnip. I like that very much.

"You’ve got the brains"

You’ve got the brains I’ve got the books let’s lose lots of money. It’s all come down to shade. Shadow fill in the blanks and box checker, is that the new dead job, the one they’re handing out with diplomat diplomas these d-days. Did you just say disciple or am I fantasizing again. Like at the grocery in line for crepes and the little boy with the twister shirt on begins to sing into the microphone like he never left it. There I go again you say, what is it with the world and percentages. I am nine times nine of myself and still too much. If he wasn’t that kind of doctor what would he be. This referent refers to nothing and I draw a tree to prove it. You and I decided these rules long ago when we were babies, the babies of humanity, decided it all. That might not be the problem.

"Flaming in the installation"

Flaming in the installation
museum the one with the
mattresses on the walls and
the big pink puffy bed and
pillows and the art of dark-
nesses and they say minim-
alism can’t be beat unless
you try. The number of
Russian artists trying not
to make a statement out
numbers the number of
everyone else. Three steps
forward into the polka
dot turns you into a cat.
These are the muumuus
you wear for yourself
and these are the ones
you wear for someone
else and this is how you
put on your glasses the
wrong way so everyone
knows you know what
you’re saying. The ones
deep inside the café wear
the best overalls patted
over all with abstract tulips
sakura daffodils buttercups
and other common spring
wearing flowers. Political
statements you can truly
sink your nose into, like
an installation on the very
top floor you walked miles
to get here together and
the guards watch you watch-
ing their phones. You could
really get into this if you didn’t
have to be somewhere else
soon. Everyone is talking
around you about how they
don’t know what they’re
doing. The tiny white socks
someone took time to sew
individually covered in beads
they look like little penis
covers or maybe hoods
tiny ones. You want to
take a picture of these
ladies in their large match-
ing print wear that could be
from Finland but isn’t. It’s
from here. The sick sock
sculptures represent the
Catholic church and their
abuses. Ties to ropes from
the ceiling dangle them
at your knees and shoulders
at first sight looking like a
bunch of bowed head flow-
erring classic rock cloths,
at last reading themselves
into the century light, blue
light, red corners, white mid-
dles. The note at the end of
the line explains everything.