short set. shark thoughts. too sleepy. flapjacks. hyperbole

wearing a hat

full of unwritten shark thoughts––

translation is difficult––

it is a relentless language . . . full of long silences . . .

and eyes that hold nothing 

but the shadowy 

deep.

…

I saw you everywhere

but you were nowhere,

and I was nowhere too,

I did not even exist.

…

The lawyer in my mind, and the poet in my mind

woke up at the same time today and stated babbling in unison, 

saying the same phrase over and over, as if they'd rehearsed it:

"We found the re-assessment of the devastation clause

to be not without merit but lacking certain subtleties and

possibly hyperbolic."

..

Inside the hotcake

a flapjack resides

and inside the flapjack

some mystery abides,

and the syrup is melting

like a lava-flow to the sea,

and whatever makes her dance

has nothing to do with me.

…

imaginary money

imaginary health

imaginary love

imaginary emotion

imaginary security

imaginary danger

imaginary lovers

imaginary friends

imaginary life

imaginary death

imginary cars

imaginary shoes

imaginary teeth

…

Will I ever be finished?

obviously, yes.

with what?  I'm not sure.

the illusion of it all.

somehow.

…

rib cage of gold

electric wires

not quite a robot

melting on the floor

...

if I could be like anything in this world I would want to be like ocean waves.

…

If I were a lightyear away I'd be golden.

If I were a universe away I'd only be a sound.

If I were less than a mile away, I'd be a longing and

a hunger so strong you might have to step outside.

If I were standing right next to you, touching you,

kissing you, I would be a river, flowing to the ocean

with rapids and white caps and waves,

but also gentle, like, pajamas

in slow motion.

…