Superscript / Tightrope
2006
I wanna write but someone stole the keyboard
superscript, I start on my new desk
super high wire, I arranged it all– unbored
slurped buttermilk and felt grotesque
Now I need another chair, or a cushion of leather on top
while Im being re-immatriculated,
with dope in the attic and all i saw was cops
fair of beaten patterns of jaded
feet hangin down, they dont touch the ground
I experiment and listen to alchemists
Tippy toes on spacy sound
I found a beam with clenched fists
Prehistory welcomes me with excursions
I touch my mouse instead of you
Curly lungs and demo versions
and now my dreamy mare comes true
Change the font, I am beyond
this ectomorphemic gate.
Ridiculously now and here Im fond
of all I did once hate:
A safe home, a tidy room
a postdoc future bright and mellow
Ill talk to them, Ill decorate my groom
and then never again feel shallow!
