still relevant
stir
not
from hazy cinematic brain
function
-It
is only
the rumble of Traffic in hell
outside
the
window
with
your flashy
over sized
tool-
box you skillfully
repair everything
in
this
small
space
then depart
for the
night
to
attend
to other
lonely customers
and so it begs not
the question of
whether
i
movetoofast
or
you
t o o
s l o w
but
rather
why
neither
refuses to change
their
pace
consider your intent-
ions
then
and now nothing
but
to
attribute
your flaws to
one
organ
on
your body
black
pooling sighted
from a
surveillance
camera
eager eager
like your
filthy
dog
lapping
the remnants
with
lusty
eyes
permanent
abhorrence to phone booths
in hospitals
Tuesday
my mother dialed
with shaky
(a)tone(ment)
it has been five years now
time plays
no advocate
to
ease
(y)our suffering
at the same
hands
nauseating
bleached white walls
and
god
i forgot to
call
and he
strapped me to an
ironing board
with sinuous
hands
said
it
wouldn’t hurt too much-
the sugar-caked
drill
at the
yellow
sheet
i inquired
holistics
but
blue
lips on my
ear
cold wet mania
smirked
“girl you’re
wired
wrong”