at the wheel (20180102)

the heart is
a driver in a hurry
who takes shortcuts
who has mistaken the gps map
for the territory
who fails to signal
when changing lanes
brakes [breaks]
ignores stop signs
posted speed limits
maximum speed limits
road hazards
never knows who goes first
at a four-way stop
guns it through the intersection
on a stale yellow
merges poorly
cuts off
flips off
offramp shoulder surfs
is night blind
is always under the influence
is always running late
is always driving facing the rising sun
is always driving facing the setting sun
always falls asleep at the wheel

transparency (20170923)

that kid behind
the deli counter
runs the meat
snick snick
against the whirling
shaving off paper-thin
slices of my feelings
wrapping them in white
–white except for he gets blood on it–
and sells it to me by
the ounce
always rounding up
to the quarter pound

i keep coming back
waiting for the butcher
to run out
but he always has a thick
fat-marbled dome
ready for the machine

i will read
the evening’s news
through transparent sheets
of myself

process (20170619)

keep your eyes open
forget to breathe
focus on the tingling
in your fingertips
that fluttering
in your chest
imagine the worst possible
start biting your nails again
take up smoking
take up drinking
ruminate over your regrets
stare at the oncoming traffic
count your pills
learn to hate
learn to judge
stop moving

physics 101 (20160906)

if you were to survive
falling into a black hole
the experts tell us
–and by experts i mean
neil degrasse tyson–
you would be spaghetti-fied
stretched from the edge
of the even horizon
all the way to the center
of that dark star

it might take forever
to reach the singularity
and who knows if you would feel it
pain is information
and information stays stuck
on the inside of horizon
and time stands still
or seems to
on the outside edge

all my assumptions
about you
are just hawking radiation
boiling out into space
maintaining a screwed up
sense of equilibrium

we can’t make contracts
with the devil
to prevent the heat death
of the universe
we’re already rushing away
from ourselves at the speed
of light