Brunch threats

Dear language-

I have an thought.

I wonder when….

the first clic

                  k

                     ing

sounds

::::::::::::uttered

had been

someone was like,

what the FuCK

                       ‘did he mean?’

Did the hunter-man

wonder what his gatherer-woman

meant 

by her groan?

Note to Future Self.

Welcome back to work?

I was listening to James Brown in the

Bathroom

you were sitting on the couch

you, 

with your lush red lips

and your smug smile

and your inquisitive nature

I was listening to Papa’s Brand New 

Bag

and you smelled like

clean

the scent that has always driven me

mildly mad

I was dancing around, blowdryer and all

and you tasted like salsa

in the most odd and 

refreshing way

and images of you sitting in a tub

with shower running a top of you

I’m still listening to James Brown

and you looked

appetizing

I was a little hungry by this time

walking away from the echoing 

of James Brown in the Bathroom

you felt like a sweater

soft and warm 

and I wanted to wear you

I can barely hear James, anymore

I am drawn in near to you

and you sound like

some silly rhyme you write

the ones that are quite ridiculous

and make me smile

you have my senses 

surrendering to you

I am overcome

overwhelmed

my heart beats in my chest

now, all I can hear is my breathing

the only thing I can see is a cloud

blurry with consumption 

of you

My ink scratches this not-so-paper

in a place staked with

letters upon letters

in forms

skin grazing this ever thick

not-so-paper

quiet clinks to capture

this man next to me

laughing at a colorful comic

with the correct prescription lenses

drops of water that reflect the

transparent box of the loud outside

while every here 

is reading

not-so-paper

shifty eyes

capturing a moment

of a not-so-moment

My paper interrupting my train of

thought

to be quietly reminded, 

yet again

of the particular humor

contained within this colorful comic

and maybe

it would stand

within the course of my ideal of

not-so-hilarious

and the soft gaze

of the lonely girl

with fair skin and dark lips

not-so-reading

in this

not-so-coffee-shop

and the constant grinding noise

for the terrible choices in coffee drinks

as a dulling altert

to the orchestra of small

obnoxious gestures

to this 

not-so-quiet place

I wish I was 

In           S  p  a  c  e

I’d rather be there

than any other place

                                                           I could Float

   Without getting wet

                                        I could feel weightless

    Without a Percocet

Be the Sun’s 

BIGGEST FAN

And totally get a rad

space tan

Watch out Kobe

it’s you Imma pUNk

You ain’t got nuthin’

on my space dunk

Literally party with

The Stars

and pass out 

on Mars

Reconfigure time

Try to reverse humanity’s crimes

Par Exemple

                                Throwing Hitler’s soul

                                                      in a Black Hole

Play with the ‘pseudo’

and hang out on Pluto

                                                          Hula-Hoop

                                            with                                rings

                                                           Saturn’s

Watch sand-storms on Jupiter

                                           Until the Fat Lady Sings

Get into a fight on Uranus

with an alien

                  named Shamus

perhaps go to

                              Space Jail

…meet Han Solo and Chewy

and miraculously make bail

Does Neptune have a moon?

No Worries, NASA-

I’ll find out all too soon.

StumbleUpon  an Old Soviet Satellite 

to see if an Americana

could possibly book a flight

              para mañana

Because:

              I love you S  p  a  c  e                      

           -but-

                    Adventures aside-

                  Its Earth where I truly reside

Could I fight everyone?

I wonder who

   checked out

this book

  -where were you

April, 4th 2010?-

Did you even know it

 was due then?

    Stopped obeying

                a love’s restrictive date?

Did any fingers turn a page

   in the same way?

                or

Acquired of a collective 

thought of a type

                       of day?

I imagine a genuine 

   si…g..h….

based on a placement

 of punctuation

 Still I must inquire 

    ……

when your spine was 

                    touched

was it done in a familiar manner

  like a lover’s skin

or when one knows a

   romance is about to begin?

Have you been throw with 

Distain;

 the way God throws

                 Rain-

-Rejected by blurbs,

 misunderstood by your

          choice of words

The places you have seen

The pockets you have touched

The ones who were

                        gentle

The ones who were

                         rough

—Reading between the lines

    Never became so clear—

Note to self: sabotage future self