17 juillet 2025

Understand.

Understand(ing):
Something I
want & enjoy!

An AI cannot truly underst-
and for me. And even if
an iron lung can breathe
better, I breathe; if a fork-
lift can lift better, I lift; if
a tally can count better, I count;
someone else can live better, I live;
and so on.

We are not done yet.

27 septembre 2024

- I've retired my heart,
- not, you know, the muscle
- or sympathy,
- but the wish
- for a special coherence.
- There is little else
- to say, except I am
- happier.

1 janvier 2024

Trees in the sunlight
    reflect like sages
the physics of ages and perception.
The Earth takes the root
    with only a trunk
of merry spurs listening like termites.


Trees in the sunlight
    reflect like sages
the physics of ages and perception.
The Earth takes the root
    with only a trunk
of merry spurs glittering like termites.


Trees in the sunlight
    reflect like mirrors
the physics of ages and perception.
The Earth is the root
    but only a trunk
of many spurs shimmering like termites.


Trees in the sunlight
    reflect like mirrors
the physics of ages
    and perception.
The Earth is the root
    but only a trunk
of many spurs shimmering
    like termites.


Trees in the sunlight reflect like mirrors
the physics of ages and perception.
The Earth is the root but only a trunk
of many spurs shimmering like termites.

31 décembre 2023

The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to Las Esplanadas the train entire, declaring
we should pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to Las Esplanadas the train entire, declaring
we atta pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to Las Esplanadas, the train with tires, declaring
we atta/femto pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "Where Wonder Abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to Las Esplanadas, the train entire, declaring
we otta pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "Where Wonder Abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to Las Esplanadas, declaring
we otta pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "Where Wonder Abounds."


The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to esplanadas, declaring
we otta pool our brains and buy ourselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "Where Wonder Abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to esplanadas, declaring
they otta pool their brains and buy themselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to esplanadas, declaring
they oughtta pool their brains and buy themselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for Amazilia and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a rover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to esplanades, declaring
they'd pool their brains and buy themselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for colibris and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a lover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to everyone, declaring
they could pool their brains and buy themselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and hills. The hypnotic past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for wasps and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
hinting like a lover from nights before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
pitch a speech to everyone, declaring
they could pool their brains and buy themselves rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."



The crest of stations pressed for Richmond next,
and she saw twenty dollars on the floor.
"Would like, don't need," she thought and looked beyond
the windows and the hills toward the past.
Once, these flora had ruled without knowledge
of stellar roles or heraldry. Today,
she felt their hunger for birds and pollen.
The cafe car brooded on her shoulder,
almost a lover from the night before,
a conscience almost guilty without thought.
She wanted a reason to stand up and
give a speech to everyone, declaring
perhaps that she would buy everyone rounds
of travel to Mars, "where wonder abounds."

24 décembre 2023

I hung my heart in a tree
When I asked you for something,
Something you couldn't give.
I wanted the care of your friendship.
I accept -
You will not join in times
With me,
I will not join in times with you;
We will be two separate ships
Passing in harbors incidentally.
It should not sadden me greatly,
&| should not tell you.
I will tell the poem about my tears
And the heaviness of the world.

18 novembre 2023

I look at snow-gold
and think I want
to break up in the
leaves. Apollo's anchor takes,
amber pallor rolls us
rays in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in ink of horizon.

I look at snowgold
and think I want
to break up in those
leaves. Apollo's anchor takes,
amber pallor rolls us
light in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in ink of horizon.

I look at snowgold
and think I want
to break up in those
leaves. Sun's anchor takes,
amber pallor rolls us
lights in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in ink of horizon.

I look at snowgold
and think I want
to break up in those
leaves. Sun's anchor takes,
amber pallor rolls us
lightly in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in ink of horizon.

I look at snowgold
and think I want
to break down into those
leaves. Sun's anchor takes
and amber pallor rolls us
lightly in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in the ink of horizon.

I look at the snow-gold
and think I want
to dissolve into those
leaves. Sun's anchor takes
and amber pallor rolls us
lightly in the quiet time.
Trees make crystal etches
stamped in the ink of horizon.

14 novembre 2023

- I'm a romantic failure.
- I keep trying to accept it
- more fully.
- Some of it's just from
- quitting.
- I had potential.
- Sometimes I could even say
- "We had potential."
- It hurts but so does life.
- No one escapes all pain.
- Why do I think it matters?
- The world is not so desperate
- for one more lover.
- My sitting the rest of this
- life out is not a tragedy.
- Yet my heart keeps trying
- to convince me it is.
- Still, what it says
- is worth nothing to anyone
- when the time comes,
- and so I do no one any
- favors by listening so much.

11 novembre 2023

I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotched bands
and don't see the
point of my living

immer.
toujours.
eallne weg.
stále.




I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotched ribbon
and don't see the
point of my living

immer.
toujours.
eallne weg.
stále.




I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotched ribbon
and don't see the
point of my living

Immer.
Toujours.
Eallne weg.
Stále.




I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotched ribbon
and don't see the
point of my living
Still.
Immer.
Toujours.
Always.
Alway.
Eallne weg.
Stále.



I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotched tape
and don't see the
point of my living.
Still.
Immer.
Toujours.
Always.
Alway.
Eallne weg.
Stále.



I feel spiked
& stuck together
with scotch tape
and don't see the
point of my living.
Still.
Immer.
Toujours.
Always.
Alway.
Eallne weg.
Stále.



I feel like
I'm stuck together
with scotch tape
and don't see the
point of my life.
Still.

11 /
11
/ 23

1 novembre 2023

ce sont

    les trous

        pas vides

mais in-

    visiblement

        trouvables

19 août 2023

No one is quite like you.
People say never compare
yourself to anyone... it sounds
a little like forbidding
thought, so
I'd just say your story is
nevertheless one-of-a-kind, and in some ways still
uncharted.

6 juin 2023

Thinking of you fills
me with so much loss
I have no ener
gy for anything.

Thinking of you fills
me with such loss that
I have no ener
gy for anything.

Thinking of you fills
me with such loss that
I have no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you fills
me with such loss I
have no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you fills
me with such loss
I have no ener-
gy for anything.

Thinking of you
fills me with such loss
there's no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you
fills me with such loss
I've no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you
fills me with such loss
that I have no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you
fills me with such loss
I have no energy
for anything.

Thinking of you
fills me with such loss
I have no ener-
gy for anything.

24 mai 2023

I wanted to get to know

you better and feel

like I had a chance

to and I missed it or

messed it up.

Why does no one

understand or believe

I love to be heartfelt and platonic?

I'm just possibly

nervous and awkward

if I like you

until you accept

me as a friend.

21 avril 2023

I like that
you have
a healthy
libido. Your
hunger and thirst
and mischief
put darts in my stomach
and make my heart water
and my tongue flutter.

10 février 2023

TFW you're alone at the kitchen sink
and spy a dozen

ant' sbig' sfingernails. The sudden
ness turns them:

Horses! Little one
sfar yonder behind

thef aucet mountain
sbut, horses!

24 décembre 2022

10 décembre 2022

Poems - right-adjusted,
triangular, like this. Each
line starts a little earlier,
slope to be determined
by poet and chance.
How long will the
thought go on?
How much
space   
isleft

?




Poems - right-adjusted,
triangular, like this. Each
line starts a little earlier,
slope to be determined
by poet and chance.
How long will the
thought go on?
How much
space   
isleft?

16 novembre 2022

If you're fake, the real version doesn't


exist.

What if each

new moment

of you

were a simulation of the previous?


If you're fake, the real version doesn't

exist.

What if each

new moment

of you

were a simulation of the previous?



If you're fake, the real version doesn't

exist.

What if each

new moment

of you

were a simulation of the previous?


If you're a fake, the real version doesn't
exist.
What if each
new moment
of you
were a simulation of the previous?

If you're a fake, the real version doesn't
exist.
What if each
new moment
of you
were a simulation of the previous?

If you're a fake, the real version doesn't
exist.
What if each
new moment
of you
were a simulation of the previous?

If I'm a fake, the real version doesn't
exist.
What if each
new moment
of you
were a simulation of the previous? Isn't that kind of what it is?

If I'm a fake, the real version doesn't exist. What if each new moment of you were a simulation of the previous? Isn't that kind of what it is?

5 novembre 2022

There's something about you that
fills me with care and desire.
I want to rest your head against
my chest, and my head against yours.
The way you put up your hair
does something to me,
even afterward, all day when
I see you. It is another surface
and you are another depth
waiting with your concerns
and stresses and impatiences
and the dust and scratches
that I want to brush from your mind
and your heart.
I want to run my fingers down
from your crown along
your spine and count
the bumps, you know,
just to make sure how many you have. What
number do I want to find?
I would love any number about you
if it's true.
I am not hopeless and neither are you
and I can't stop hoping for you.

30 octobre 2022

I made a song list
It just happens to be the shape of my heart
Broken and hurt and angry
And so beautiful you can't imagine
My heart is in a distant castle on a
mountaintop
behind many layers of glass, yet
it trembles for you.


My heart is in a distant castle on a mountaintop behind many layers of glass, yet still it trembles for you.

27 octobre 2022

It hurt me that

you didn't really want

to be my friend

or really say any words

at all,

and also

that you weren't

honest about it,

even though you obviously

would have slept with me

or been my friend at least

had I been a little more confident

and a little less anxious,

which I would have been

had I cared about and admired you less.

26 août 2022

It's easy to be
confide
nt if you don't
have empath

y. It's easy to be th
at if
you aren't trying to
change the world.


It's easy to be
confide
nt if you don't
have empath
y. It's easy to be th
at if
you aren't trying to
change the world.

It's easy to be
confide
nt if you don't
have empath
y. It's easy to be that if
you aren't trying to
change the world.

It's easy to be
confide
nt if you don't
have empathy.
It's easy to be that if
you aren't trying to
change the world.

It's easy to be
confide
nt if you don't
have empathy.
It's easy to be confident if
you aren't trying to
change the world.

It's easy to be confident if you don't have empathy.
It's easy to be confident if you aren't trying to change the world.

4 août 2022

  1. I don't know where all my potential goes.
  2. There're moments that sizzle.
  3. The air gleams of confetti, sparkles.
    1. I am born again from pharaohs.
    2. And I'm mummified in:
      1. gags of incompetence
      2. jars of forgetfulness
      3. amulets of promise
        1. to my own child
        2. self.

  1. I don't know where all my potential goes.
  2. There are moments that sizzle.
  3. The air gleams of confetti, sparkles.
    1. I am born again from pharaohs.
    2. And I'm mummified in:
      1. gags of incompetence
      2. jars of forgetfulness
      3. amulets of promise
        1. to my own child
        2. self.



  1. I don't know where all my potential goes.
  2. There are moments that sizzle.
  3. The air gleams a confetti of sparks.
    1. I am born again from pharaohs.
    2. And I'm mummified in:
      1. gags of incompetence
      2. jars of forgetfulness
      3. amulets of promises
        1. to my own child
        2. self.

  • I don't know where all my potential goes.
  • There are moments that sizzle.
  • The air gleams a confetti of sparks.
    • I am born again from pharaohs.
    • And I'm mummified in:
      •     gags of incompetence
      •     jars of forgetfulness
      •     amulets of promises
        • to my own child
        • self.


I don't know where all my potential goes.
There are moments that sizzle.
The air gleams a confetti of sparks.
    I am born again from pharaohs.
    And I'm mummified
    in:

  •     gags of incompetence
  •     jars of forgetfulness
  •     amulets of promises
    • to my own child
    • self
    • .


I don't know where all my potential goes.
There are moments that sizzle.
The air seems a confetti of sparks.
I am born again from pharaohs.
And I am mummified
in incompetence
and forgetfulness
and promises
to my own child
self.
Time passes you in the subway car
as you look for a place to rest your knees.
It licks your cheek when a snowflake
makes you forget...
It's standing by your shoulder
when you can't find your face
in a blurry photo on Facebook of your high school
class the year of graduation.
You remember the bleachers and
someone smiles at you
still, yet you cannot find you
when that much remembering has stepped
down the underground lines at speed.

2 août 2022

My heart is a clear plastic bag that has sprung a leak.
You are the only patch.
I'm sorry that I'm bleeding on you
metaphorically.

15 juillet 2022

We're living in the cell of a body, and we're on death row.
We'll have a last meal. Maybe we'll choose.
Maybe we'll know. Usually? No.
It'll be fate after the moment passes.
Most of us will have a last fuck. Will we know?
Would we want to?
We're all sacrificial animals for the ends of our own lines.



We're living in the cell of a body, and we're on death row. We'll have a last meal. Maybe we'll choose. Maybe we'll know. Usually? No. It'll be fate after the moment passes. Most of us will have a last fuck. Will we know? Would we want to? We're all sacrificial animals for the ends of our own lines.

8 juillet 2022

Yep not mine 🔕

can be donated

or de-toe-nated 🦶

kicked to the curb and set aflame

🔥

13 juin 2022

What is the point
of a fountain? Exp
ent ergs. Keeping up
appearance
s.
You spend a whole life
out of reach of the moon.
And then you inhale one
day, head whizzing out past
the crown of air.
You see what pebble it is,
ordinary and perfect without
remark.

It's just like taking a train back
into town
and seeing the napes of
the buildings you've
spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown
up.




You spend a whole life
out of reach of the moon.
And then you inhale one
day, head whizzing out past
the crown of air.
You see what pebble it is,
ordinary and perfect without
remark.

It's just like taking a train back
into town
and seeing the backsides of
the buildings you've
spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown
up.



You spend a whole life
out of reach of the moon.
And then you inhale one
day, head whizzing out past
the crown of the air.
You see what a pebble it is,
ordinary and perfect without
remark.

It's just like taking a train back
into town
and seeing the backsides of
the buildings you've
spent all those hours in, nesting.

Your perch is unravelled, shown
up.
I don't know that I'm ever
going to be
able to afford
much of anything.
Success is a mirage less real
than the moon split up by this water,
less real by far.