The colors blend

The colors blend into my cells

I could create the universe

I could bend the matter

of imagination

I could close my eyes and go to sleep

chirp

I am baby faced

spoiled, fat and on mornings

when the birds sing

you are in my coffee cup

 

Get the fuck out -noodle

I Use Poems

I use poems the size of war.

I write them in the morning

after the pretty city motions work.

When other citizens shop

for beans or rake progress

I arrange sounds that fuck people.

 

So high they get, after my oos and aahs

they promise not to kill again 

 

Lady America Orders

 

 

You say she must resist

the powers that be and prove 

that she is not blind. You want

her to sit when the judge comes

 or say no to the officer without

warrant.

That is fine for action heroes  

who are made of plastic but

she is blood, bone,  and tissue.

she is hysterical and fearful looking

for hope without deferment or death 

 

Tomatoes are poisonous to sheep