keith birthday has norwegian arms

it’s such a shame that when we meet how we’re no longer strangers or independent selves.

I just want to be a ball
that means dying

not really

I just want to be a thing
that is treated
as a thing
and/or like
other things

I just want forty-six thousand pieces of sushi
to enter my mouth with considerable force
and be a spectacle at the sushi bar
the guy with the sushi flying in his mouth
at considerable rates of speed
and everybody looks and reacts like; 
‘oh what a weirdo with all that sushi’
or others
saying things like ‘I wish I was that guy
with all the sushi’. 

& I am
feeling a lil weird
cause
you tell me to go away

but normally

I’m supposed to be
not so far.

or something. 

I was riding my bike to work and saw
a kitty in the street
and I thought it had food
but it was
just its brain squished out
by a bus
or other large vehicle

and I turned my head and said ‘ew’ 

Say it out loud, but if you whisper
The air whispers back in small anecdotes
It may be frigid but the frost is yours 

It’s possible the rapture happened yesterday

Walking past a bus of Carmen sandiegos I realize I have misplaced my wallet and in it are some things that I should not be attached to

I wait to be unnaturally pushed I am bussed from one pusher to another. I identify with a screaming child. I identify with a dancing child. I do not identify with the flashing lights of a child’s toy. The child may/may not agree.

Three airports one day thirteen hours and only two where I feel nervous. Three hours in queue awaiting documents and/or stamps.

Gated embassy digs like menifee
Like a tahoe lodge
Like purgatory
Like ______.

I am the bearer of too many wings/I am the bearer of too much flesh

Subcutaneous fat clouds

feel vascular
I am a heart beat or hemoglobic donut
I am unnaturally pushed
self important with thoughts like
‘probability is in my favor or something’

react with fear
as it pitches and/or rolls
‘physics still work at an angle’
later I will regain my confidence
acting/lashing out

look at that obese family
they are probably going to mcdonalds
what is their consumption rate of big macs
per capita per day/year?

today a massive polluter
tomorrow back on a bike

I laugh cause that family returns with big macs
if they try to sit next to me I will complain:
‘but they are obese, I can smell their fat/neglect’

‘they are everyone’s healthcare costs’
‘they are the tea party’
‘they are a diet of corn’

‘they are a massive waste of resources’
I will continue yelling until they drag me off and throw me on the Tarmac.
and each obese male will get 1.5 seats
each obese belly digests 2 big macs

subcutaneous fat bodies
additional unnatural pushers
turn secret sauce into additional fat cells

I will be the Tarmac walker demanding equality
or I will be the fat boy crying
cause that other kid beat me up and took my big mac

I may/may not be the silent hypocrite
I am an abandoned big mac storage facility
the correct size but big mac-free.

I am the voice over the speaker who judges you when you order those six big macs
I am sad cause I think I look like you but never touched a big mac
I am jealous that I did not get to be very responsible for my appearance
I am afraid for my life, that our combined obesity will cause us to sink into the hard hard colon beneath those subcutaneous fat clouds.

I am happier on the tarmac
I am unnaturally pushed

If I died on this plane I would hope that it would disintegrate in the air And I would freeze And my iPod would be reduced to powder all over the california coast

if/or/when a wolf

okay, so I think I’ve figured it out:
i am a man, and although I think differently,
it seems that I still am part wolf.
otherwise I have run out of ideas. 

evidence being that a wolf
will bellow or snap or snarl
or show his teeth
mostly cause he doesn’t understand/is confused.
that is how I feel when I do
aforementioned wolf things

not a werewolf, those are a figment
i am a true shape-shifter
a real house-wolf
a confused boy when I snap out of
wolf-mode.

2/26/2011

Lol not a raid
Just cops
Reg cops
Fat old hilarious cops
Ones that were cool and smoked mad cigs
Little whiny asshole ones
Big sassy black ones

They came in and said ‘what is this is this some sort of commune?’
and we said ‘lol’
They knocked on our doors and told us to ‘get the fuck out.’
and we did and they looked at the IDs.

But I didn’t, I walked out the back
or the front, really
Thought I have ‘something to protect.’

Before that, I may/may not have been
Harriet Tubman
the drinking gourd is the back/front door
For those who are not old enough to drink adult drinks.
Said ‘Go left.’ and they ‘went right.’