wake me up to yell at me about cereal

wake me up to yell at me about cereal. i am an entire large cornflake sleeping on a mattress on the floor. i am an entire large fruit loop napping on the couch cushions

general mills is calling me on the phone saying i dont come around enough anymore. they miss me down at the factory. “There are thousands of others just like me that are made everyday.” I say, vaguely annoyed. With angst I hang up the phone. Mechanical noises cease on the other end. I dont have a T.V. so i regularly spend several hours a day sitting on the couch staring at the wall. Before long I will have to find a cornflake to make smaller cornflakes with. that is the rules.

hope is a little off. hope has teeth.

hope takes us places. hope takes us into a car sometimes with a person we dont know very well. hope takes us to the museum. hope laughs with us. hope sits outside the door and listens to us through it patiently. hope touches us on the hand gently while we hold a hot mug of something. hope never complains. hope pokes us in the back when we meet certain people. hope sits at a window. hope brushes the leaves, each one, patiently & thoroughly. hope waits under the ground we walk on, sits under our sneakers. hope gestures through fingers and mouths. hope tells us to get on with it. hope runs away with someone we don’t love. hope gets home late at night and sneaks in while we are sleeping. hope barks at the door. hope riddles a body with electricity. hope puts the light out when we fall asleep. hope blows out our candles. hope touches our bruises on purpose. hope keeps us updated on “get rich quick schemes”. hope looks at us in the mirror while we brush our teeth. hope keeps it mouth shut. hope handwrites all its thank you notes. hope tells our mothers we love them when we’re not around. hope sleeps under the bed so the monsters have to find somewhere else. hope stands in the closet. hope sits in the shower. hope makes lists about us like the food we like, and things we want to try. hope gets in our hair. hope sits in the liquid remnants, the bottom of every cup. hope catches you in the act but never tells. hope handles every stone you have ever picked up or set down. hope handles all the trash in this way too. hope never tells you that its not ok. hope hints at loving you all the time. hope lets you in when they said they wouldnt. hope lies down on a bed. hope tells you something silent that makes you cry. hope rings you up in the afternoon. hope reveals to you that it is gay. hope hears you angry in the other room. hope underlines your favorite lines in a book before you even read it. hope sends you messages late at night that you don’t respond to. hope offers you a sip from their water bottle. hope is always pulling something out. hope is seeing you through a window and you notice them out the window after several moments. hope is recognizable by the back of their head. hope lets you stay in the car. hope believes in forest elves insistently. hope secretly believes they can talk to animals too. hope is a little off. hope takes you to get all your hair cut off. hope tells anyone that you love them when you arent around. hope gets off on telling other people you love them when you arent around, even if you dont. hope has teeth. hope will take you dancing anytime, but hope doesnt always want to dance. hope moves to a new city and calls you faceless on the other end of a phone call. hope doesnt believe in religion. hope is very political.

pray for the ones under the bed

hide hide hide
everything will fall out of you
pray for the ones under the bed
line in my coral reefs of bones
i die inside & make my bones
shapes u cant see on my surface

the little ones behind doors
noisy glances will only harm everyone
thanks for the eyegames & worry u never saw in the other room
take me to a dark corner
and i will fall into it forever
fall into nothing that wasnt there
cold feet on colder floor

perform static electricity in the room

bearing water in your hands, arms pulling vases on each side
you come in the gate, close it softly behind you
and you sit quietly, gently lowering the vases to earth
you sit with a mouth pulled closed, closed, closed
my mouth is open yelling from my heart
should we both be yelling?
i never look you in the eye
i never look directly at you, into you
i never look
you are a diary of yourself, i never look
roll into your feet like waves & keep black ink in my mouth
become invisible, performing static electricity in the room
large and pervasive, silent and obvious

eels are under my ribs now, thanks

i cannot look at the orange trees or i will leave my body again
please take the fruit down from the trees before i vanish into orange
i believe i am laughing in a place far inside of me, a place i can’t hear or feel
eels are under my ribs now, thanks

fear will find you in the morning

fear will find you in the morning
you can go stand in the dark hallway of your house to help it

people find places to go all the time
and you must too
beings around you like kettles on the stove

completely break the slightly broken
and reset it finally

Image Macros ~

scared

hauntinglistenedlater

A couple image macros i have been working on. Boosthouse is publishing an anthology of poetry macros & i will be submitting a couple of these. the call for submissions goes till June 30th ~ you could submit too …

submission info

how do we lay anything like these to rest

a hospital bed with thick straps laying inanimately
the death penalty is lifted
now we have all these beds where people died
where do we take them
how do we lay anything like these to rest