drug induced ignorance

It was night
or her brain was trapped in a jar of black beans. Eyelid suction cups stuck inward. Gradually, the walls
returned
white and shapes
on a gray scale darkened, lightened according to their original designs.

Seeing no farther than three feet in one direction a puddle reflected
her body curled
she refused to look
at yesterday

although nothing had been recorded

instead the sound of someone talking incessantly
highlighted her lack of words

shades of gray
white

static and snow

Heaven Because

sun filters slowly
the clouds
are oil veins of
ink
bleeding

heaven because
evergreen tree,
as black as you feel,

wind's salmon glow

Paper Rain

-------indiscernible white flakes
white sky

frail air
--as
a body without a way

------ungrounded
--------leaks
the body's
-------------open
red bath

bruised arms
-----packed with gravel
--------and resewn

white buttoned
-----------adam's apple
----------------tightly talking

across a table
---------cinder block space
stretched heavy
---------into white notes

Blue Monday

Worst day of the year

mysterious deaths in Holland
A baby under staircase

Monday
last full week
January

Determined by

[W+(D-d)]*T^Q
------------------
M*Na

W=weather
d=debt
T=time since Christmas
Q=time since falling out of New Year's resolutions
M=motivation levels
Na=feeling of need to take action
D=undefined

5 pm

Yellow glow
doorway orange

window panes
glossed white

slippery grace

a record turns

fluting others
conversation

this room
window and door

end to end
music muffled

chair stains
melt evening
floor

driving ice
deeper

A Sailor Song

Seagreen smokecloud

milky, weary, uncertainly
rising

Smokegreen seacloud

radioactively
evolving

Seasmoke greencloud

smudging stomach
into throat fog

Greensmoke cloudsea

I lost me, I lost me

Crossing Over

What if your head was too big
to fit through a polka-dot?

But you felt like forcing it?

Only nose, orbital corners
beginning of cheekbones

fit. You can smell darkness
a black dot
daring you "come on"

You take aim.
A woodpecker
on plaster

The room widens
dot grows
smaller

SMASH!

Bottle green house

Occasionally, light struck

*hope*

One Night

The girl dreamed polka dots covered the walls of her plexi-glass cube. Polka dots that became holes as she slept and transported her, like esophaguses swallowing, into a secret neighborhood. When she arrived, there were open lots over-grown with wild wheat and burdock, in her hand, a rudimentary wooden flute. Dark wind blew the long grasses waved. Uncertain, she played the little instrument and hoped its sound would keep her company. But instead of pitch, the flute blew houses onto the forlorn street. Each one designed and constructed exactly like the next. Solid colors, painted inside and out differentiated the houses and moved her to explore them. Once inside, her being soaked-up the houses' stories and she even became different inhabitants so that the stories were her own stories and the houses her own houses.

Gold House

Paint peals above the doors
humans used to open
hovered now
beside bowls of snow
they grind their teeth
until the sunrises

Parties of people
in skin tight
fashionable tatters
chatter like radios left on

Silently
gold powder ate faces
noses bled
coating the walls
liquid gold

It looked great at first
but maintenance
cost them everything

Yellow House

though our house is ugly
we can't leave

instead we stare at the ceiling
an artificial
happiness
tickles guitar strings

mood swings through
spoiled mustard

I would repaint you
remind me of sunshine

Sky Blue House

Disappear
appear
variations of light
darken
transmuting room forms
a single person
passes January air
clouds his mouth
is house
no window glass, roof
or wood

Red House

Flesh
iron and fish
mix
smell so animal
I eat your face

Alone

Fridge converses
with drop in sink.

I want somebody
to feed

my savage eyes

Dream Café

In solitude
she sips coffee

nothing living touches her
jade umbrella

The First Day

In a plexi-glass cube, a girl sits overwhelmed. thick haze sheets the box.

since she cannot see, she begins.

single letters. small words. sketched into plexi-glass vapor

"P” "L” “E” “A” “S” “E”

“U”

“T”

“images” “on” “my” “box” “walls” God.

response: box fog lifts to see-through walls

only white

she thinks for a whole time period...

then vomits words

in any combination any order or direction rational and irrational mixtures compose and decompose simultaneously all sense is nonsense and nonsense is sense

until a black scramble

is pure word