My New Job

I am Invested in

by a Huge Fund

Heavy highquality

furniture

Sense of heavy

Addiction glossy pleasance

I was lying Down on a yoga mat

My bones

basketing air Barely draped in

skin

the basket Effulged by local

Air Highquality scented

humid air

to support My orchid Skin

Suffuged in this Air

expense I nearly

floated Who was my Body

I am comfortable I am

comfortable Flying my spirit

On a long leash

She is in the wind

I am in the belle

belle jar

shellacked and brittle

begins to ding

How can I From inside this comfort

Represent Hope to

No no

I am Too tempted

To think I Deserve it

Rigidly and with effort

know my privilege

I know my fluorescent doorway

A rectangle Among the ceiling tiles

Ordinary flecked coated 1) foam rectangles

and one hard white light regularly rubbled

2) glass rectangle

these are my choices

the

ceiling tile I would tear

in behind the

Ugly lattice to the Duct area

Unscrew the grille Smallen myself

Into the dark cold Square pipe

To share My cold What is in

My basket Bone-basket

With the other breathers/Workers

Or through the fluorescent door

Means giving up On going behind

the lattice.

All that’s allowed Through the flow light

Is what Is shined upon

The light bends looking at my Skin

and hair and green blouse

When I concentrate The light bending

All at once Hooks my outsides

Hooks them into itself

Now I am

absent that

I am not / shined upon

very small dusty

lizardlike a toad a turd

on a tabletop corner

And the outside of that is hooked away

wow my parents

hooked away People

on the street skin and clothing

hung on hangers

from electric wires

blooming and twisting swells of breeze

leave behind on the street

a fair weather

an easy weather

walk-through

I think I’m better than the walk-throughs

because something is left of me

that’s what I think I must

be wrong to think so

Would you like to Eat at my house

Fill up your Walk-through

You drive through Fill it up with

tea and sheets

water from the toilet

These could be your eyebrows

[crayons]

these could be your knees, these coasters

What could be your inside?

Paper wadded paper

It says something

What about Something sticky

For your mouth Honey

Then we will read you For dinner

In my transitional housing [dirt ball toad]

I picked myself apart With a fork

Connected a wire Where my belly was

Coiled up the plug

The prongs poke hurt

This is the part Light plugs

into My/The outside plugs

into To light up

The shine is from unshiny

sewn in place with the little

Light hooks Made a case for me

Visible

so I retaliated

Against the hooks

I was trying My lizard turd

was trying to join the other

Mud

my thrashing harnessed

motored

made the light

Meanwhile My toad

absorbed

pollution

from the walkthroughs High empty

thoughts Funneled backchannel

Won’t you be mine [mind] Be my thought

softening the rockmud

I will reorient now I will claymation

That is a scary Gingerbready

mud man

walking You can’t catch me hole for

Your thoughts

tunneled invisible Unreflecting

unrepresenter

Not wrapped

The Sun is here Also later and at

the same time the sun burned

up and we revolved

around it dirt rock

warm dirt rock

in the dark of coursing

around the dark

I have made myself the center of

the galaxy

I am very important to myself

must lose this

visibility

The shine is off

perspect while kicking

Where do you think they get the lights from?

Burn it up, burn up all the fuel

into furious dirt

Nematodes

don’t need light

When I am in a room with forest

It is not that myself comes home to myself

Selva oscura, ya

Obsecurity of self

I considered long and seriously before

I was bornt

I stood on the street

With the hookers

Who were selling

Disappear into a hole

Into Mama

but come back out.

Go in, boys.

Go in and stay there.

Source: My New Job (Fence Books, 2009)