The Act of Always Being Awake (Digital Collage)

Purple Haze

the meat in my head is purple

where once it was orange 

as a kid riding my bike through the city

i don’t see things the way i did back then

when i worked at the spaghetti warehouse

before afghanistan and the world trade center

i’m not sure what my emotional state is

most of the time. if i’m getting better or worse

there is a name for my condition but that doesn’t help much

i bought a gun a few weeks ago and take it out

and look at it sometimes when you’re sleeping

the horses standing just outside the window

the wind blowing the rain across the road

a long slow train leaving the station

tomorrow or just the end of time

Making Sure I Was Alone I Took My Shirt Off 2015 (digital collage)

gene simmons' air hockey table

i hadn’t seen him in years

and he looked so much older

i asked him how many crayons 

would it take to

color the whole world blue

and 

how many different blues are there

i’d guess maybe fifty, but what do i know

it’s been years since i hung myself in my bedroom

from the doorknob of the closet

but

i’d want the biggest box they had

fifty blues would be nice 

i could really match the color to each

glorious day

full of sun

my arms lying in the grass

open to new suggestions

my blue skin against

the gray skin of the morning

unbuttoning my shorts

one button at a time so

the whole class could see

and then filling in the blanks

with all the leftover colors