I Don’t Think I Know

Drink

from the poison bottle

sink

deeper into darkened depth

porcelain faucet

well kept kitchen

soft stench

portrait

baby smile

until the day

this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore

I wake up

and you

are singing in a million trees

get dressed

and you

have nobody left to envy

and you

see me for another time

and you

Say nothing

as you

walk past me

-s’s.

your face changes when you think of a memory

Crushed dearly beneath plush blanket, blue sounds awaken

I woke up, morning early brightness

touched the ground and touched my whole face

Cold and white mist enveloped the space within

walking into buildings armored in smells of fresh paper

Sitting softly low rising presence, I am to stay patient,

Wear the act, contract, observe, and write

-s.s.

what’s meant for me will come out of you

what’s been ignored is the bitter truth

what’s the deal with my indifference?

I should decorate this innocence

with roses

-s’s.

Abandoned with what you are, that is the test

And In the twist of it all there is

A cave for all your thoughts, bright or dark

Engulfed in your breath

Thinking things you will regret

I wrote it down,

But I won’t pass

I have my way

anytime now

-s’s.

Is art resistance? Can you plant a garden to stop a war? It depends how you think about time. It depends what you think a seed does, if it’s tossed into fertile soil. But it seems to me that whatever else you do, it’s worth tending to paradise, however you define it and wherever it arises.

— Olivia Laing, from Funny Weather

i have nothing to talk about

Nothing to say’s so important that it’ll keep the world running

like an HVAC whirring and compressing

Like motors like steel like the factory of fame and dreams

on planet Mercury

in the clouds

through this message I hope that the show keeps on going

help me up the stairs, but

there’s no sky that’s worth living in

-s’s.

sun dust spinning around us

an ache I used to feel, once

just cause it got the best of me don’t mean I’ll keep on thinking it through

Or let myself sit any longer in this abandoned room

-s’s.

I say what I say

I like whatever I see you say, whatever has been coming out still

still I paid in full

debt, death, or rent annulled

I can bring down anything, you don't concern me

you don't concern me

don’t hand me my deeds