from bed, somebody is in the cloud

meddle

involve yourself in me

i want you to interpret my pleas that come from questions to please those answers that speak

spinning plate shenanigans eating off everything that damaged us again

walk through your spent money interfering with advertisements, assorted as an example of grasping outside the typical espionage purposes

it could be something

news that broke everything that didn’t have pennies to toss in a pond

no wishes will be given for the fifth straight trip we made to get your coffee and wipe our smiles while taking care of you

done right

on time

supporting everything on sale

protect yourself

throw a dot com behind anything and i’ll visit

otherwise your hard work is worth only more caffeine more amphetamine more alcohol

fuck your elliptical go the whole circle through my thoughts and stick your finger upside down inside me with high blood pressure pulsations, creating brands that are the number one at healing your heart

a broken one

oh, you won awards

take a moment to address the veterans

‘you have benefits’

a loan

call this number and sit on hold

need money for your families

close in thirty days and owe us for the next thirty generations, blood or green backs

mr. president

what do you say to dreamers

duck

quack

doctors lie for you

capitol hill protests demand more action of inaction to act in my fault

it’s your party, dance

from a chair, facing east

i flipped you over

the frail fortunes you forgot to protect broke in fanciful little pieces and spread across the floor

i enjoyed watching them spread

mercury thermometers dropped from school scared children’s sucking mouths causing silver ball bounce suffers nothing compared to your display of degraded dances vanishing across dining room floors

i smile

cross legged sitting and staring at your entire sacrifice spilling on marble and granite

or is it concrete?

it’ll all be considered tacky someday

your vulgar view of thick magazine photos sent to high priced zip codes

exclusively i watch you linger in dim halls stalling for the right word to describe your molding

children watch waiting anticipating the direction they should fold their hands, does the head go down

bobbing like yours for new wood floors that match my memory of farmhouse’s that used to serve a purpose

i harbor some resentments

more contempt

for counterfeit measures and window dressing feathers falling from you as you parade like a puppet pulled by abstract concepts created to control

i shouldn’t care

why am i riled by your reviled rhetoric?

that’s the question

i do want an answer

it’s that you affect the whole

we all need a push and pull up-and-down this vacuous poll not another poll to show us the polarization of people working to provide pretenses for the next generation

maybe it’s that splatter you left behind oozing out, an amoebic matter membrane without defined borders merging and emerging recognizing it’s all concocted

i should have left you on your back

from the same fold out bed, heading home

step inside

where a swirling mass of geniuses once resided

where conversations began and our hearts continued

blink

now we’re trained by whistles in times of dismissal, we forgot to notice the sun was setting hours earlier as buildings got taller and bridges crumbled

there’s no way out

hurried remarks cast aspersions on the page where once consideration had a role to play we belly up and hit send threatened to upend the way we look at another weekend

where’s pollyanna when you need her

my glasses are frosty and fogged if she could take the wheel and begin to peel the reform of repeal replace my meal reseal the deal of this slimy feel to get a meal without the ordeal of carry and conceal

i know what’s in your pocket and i’m never happy to see you

let’s refine this conversation to include condensation that forms in layers above us and brings down life

Bob would ask if you could deny it*

try to untie it

the riddle

i’m waiting for the fiddle while buildings spontaneously combust and ashes fly filling coffins with dust

no one is there to carry them

just piles of us

on top of us

on top of more us

finally getting along in the breeze

*Bob Dylan song “Visions of Johanna” reference