7: 37

Everytime I see those numbers on
my phone screen I
duck...quack.
Wasn't even old enough to remember
that shit—the whole plane-tower
connection.
The one with that steel jet fuel
concoction.
Someone really should have called
nine-one-one
for that whole thing.


Something's up with me;
duck quack low to the floor.


Squeak.
Squawk.
Incoming.
When is it coming.
Come on hurry up.


Wow...that was a long minute.

I’m a Good Elephant

The meaning of my words,
it’s lost in
translation.
The lord blessed me
with a lame
tongue.


He thought it would be funny,
and I’d have to agree with him.
We even share laughs
sometimes.
I walk through the forest,
we giggle.


He’s a bad man.


When I first arrived here
I thought something was up.
My skin felt flambashtous,
but in me was
the soul of
the largest and
most fearsome
of elephants.


God thought it would be funny,
and I’d have to agree.


I make cave paintings
on lined paper.
Wide ruled.
I am a fearsome warrior,
my body bears scars
of battle.


I have the soul
of the largest
and
most fearsome
of all
elephants.


I think my nose
is falling off.
My trunk seems
fine.


I’m a bad man.
I’m a good elephant.

happy twiangle

I didn't choose
dis wife
it uh
chosens me
fooh uh
soip bottle


I would haved
uh wefusensed
but indeed I
welented
soip made me
see happy twiangle
and kolors


mouf go all numb
swap yo fwend in da head
giggle
toebacho yummy
hide in pubwic
aweolas


sometime you fink yahs
goin to be uh
dyin
and yo sit fo bout
few hour
two hour
yo fink yo issens
dead man


very scawy
twauma don't be
goin way
anytime
soon
I guess


still wub da
happy twiangle
still wub da
kolors

i play minecraft

BANG BANG BANG
“Police. Search warrant.”
i fear the worst


they’re knocking on
my neighbors door


maybe they have
the wrong apartment
number


maybe they
want me
instead


act casual


i walk out of my door
i retch
i thought there was
a funny smell
coming from under
my door
that morning


the odor of
a corpse
at least
what I thought one
would smell like


i opened it
the door
every hair in my nose
curled
withered
died


i salivate
don’t swallow it
snot flies from my nose
better assess
my penal danger

there is a police vest on
the ground
in the hallway


no talking
i go to get my mail
my favorite
stuff
is coming
hope they
don’t
know


i find the owner
of the vest
by my
mailbox


i am quiet
i ignore him
i grab the box
of my favorite stuff
and turn my back
to the
tall
intimidating
pigman
i take a brisk walk
back to my door
jam in the key
while my nose is
in my
shirt


i still worry he
is here
for me
they know I have
this
stuff


i pull myself back together
i walk outside for a smoke


shit
that’s a stretcher
on the ground


i am no longer riddled
with fear
just with
greater fear


weeks before
today
i was playing minecraft
mining stone
getting stoned


i took a big hit
big stone
i walked outside for a smoke


BANG BANG BANG
“Sir, please come here!”
she called to me
she was hitting on a door
in the hallway
“I don’t know what to do.”
i ignored her


i kept walking
going out
i smoked my
cigarette


she’s wasn’t a
tall
intimidating
pigman
i didn’t have to
listen
to
her


i didn’t have to help her


i went back in
she was gone
i opened my door
sat down at my desk


i played minecraft