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’ 

I don’t want to be just another resource sucker
Think it’s kinda funny that we’re of a dying breed.
I’m not ready to die, but I’m sure my days are numbered
It’s such a silly concept to be the one who needs. 

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

he thought that if he were to dash his bike on the ground his frustration would transfer from his muscles into the steel of the bike frame and shatter an invisible layer once the bicycle struck the concrete.

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.

You and your shingles. Not a roof.

I am not so much here as there. That means something like I miss you but more. It’s like you and I were clay and it had been stretched out infinitely but there is a thread but you say something like ‘no it’s not a thread cause you can’t see it’ but I say something like ‘yes it’s there but you can’t see small enough’ and you say something like ‘but my eyes are not microscopes’ but I say ‘yes they are check again’ and you smile and you know.

It is as an explosion [maybe] is not

she said ‘I like the part where there are explosions but sometimes the other swan doesn’t become an explosion.’

He sat and thought about what is must be like not to explode although the other is.

There was a paperclip but he turned it into a fingernail cleaner and then put it on his desk next to the other fingernail cleaners. He made about three a day and threw them all out at the end of the day.

What is it like to be stretching infinitely while the other sits in the present and watches? Is this a ‘time warp?’ Is one explosion and one swan an expression of relativity?

it is as a swan [maybe] is

(part i)
If I am

no longer, a wolf, that is, nor

man.

then I must be a swan,
cause I feel as a bird

on a lake or in a puddle or
something with a

long neck, in another
neck twisted

that is also a swan but it
is my swan.

(part ii)
how does it look when two
swans mate, is it obvious
that they

are having sex, with
mammalistic convulsions
or something

more like a dance,
coordinated and/or careful
and sometimes graceful

and sometimes they mess up and laugh about it.

(part iii)
we were swans but now we are explosions

we were swans but now we are explosions

we were swans but now we are explosions

(part iv)
as two swans once felt
infinite as explosions,
they are again

returned to their previous
swan form, all swans
are birthed of wolves.