C S L u x e m

(or It Does Not Keep Reoccurring) The coastline of the Atlantic blues reflects the starry sky. I imagine white, as we wake up with each sunrise towards the sea, our backs to one another. Curtains, made of black bed sheets, never keep the beams from our closed eyelids. Flow in the blowing wind, weightless, failed attempts to dim the solar wake up call. A land, a land where we’ll sit on our front porch swing. A place, a place I would have lived out the issues of the past, issues of all that matters. Yesterday- of no use, it only shaped who is keeping us from one another. The plains made of greens, yellow, and wheat where I made my home, formed my soul. And you carried on, in your usual grey way, among the city skies and dim lit lights. But for now, we get up with each sunrise, our backs towards the sea, our home. Grow to know, and I’ll follow you there. September 20, 1881 My Lovely Nell, My heart was with you As you fell asleep But I was a political detainee in Albany Maybe I’m not fit To sit where I sit I’m in over my head While Garfield is dead But no position so high Without you by my side Has any value, worth, Or importance to me I wish you were here Not a picture, my Dear A picture I brought In memoriam, I taught: I miss you, my love I miss you, my Nell I miss you, my love I miss you your Chet The textbook read: “If he obeys the laws, he is a good citizen” the subordinate clause controlled by rule the predicate must follow the subject the predicate must include a verb or else the verb will feel left out build the sentence: the predicate is subordinate to the subject the subject to the subordinate predicate is. The subordinate clause “indicates the condition under which the principal clause becomes true” Get two subordinates together with an independent , sentences will get complex. or the subordinate clause: “If he obeys the laws” If I meet you on the street, Or in a public place. Pass by one another Without making eye contact. Has time brought us together, For a certain reason? Should we take the leap, acknowledge eachother? What’s the use in believing That we will meet. When we won’t. Or When we will. When when is not a measure Of time. Is it wrong to Have our conversation, To believe it might mean something, Move on with our lives, Take away from the experience, Have what we will. But let’s take the chance. Let’s be friends for a day. We may learn something great Or nothing at all. guitar petal! (a response poem) The Head line read: Book it: Brother Derek will be morning-line Kentucky Derby favorite. an existence of distance for vap 4 times- your head but six is for chicks “Derek isn’t going to the party” the refrain of sustain of vowels sounds They could conquer, they had the resources, had grass grown in, grass to mow, with fire to smoke the art deco’s smoke of Greco mythic Ἠχώ “Derek isn’t going to the Party” the wolf cried, but sat all the ladies around. Night with a smile, on the couch, of a distorted birthday bash so lo- ve the sound found in kin, choice, voice them-to-show tremolo postscript. “Derek isn’t going to the Party” Ah! Dumas once jot Les Trois Mousquetaires And voila!  Bourgeois wah-wah Was forced on moi. Hazy Eyes and Questioned Sighs Shadow hearts fills our wall as we lay beside the red light hum lack of sleep and lack of time are directly intertwined. Full grown nights that blind-side both you and I, Hazy Eyes and Questioned Sighs. Where you’re from makes no difference since you’ve been found Hazy said ‘read it once again’ to which Q replied ‘the beginning or the end?’ ‘the end is sooner than we know’ ‘but begins with each morning-glow’ For Eileen Myles You will be missed. No good night kissed will be forgotten soon. Reproductive System “Not since Jesus has a baby been so eagerly anticipated” - New York Magazine “Celebs make pregnancy glamorous now,” the headline read, cause we cared all that much. Human procreation is now something I can feel trendy partaking in, and not just for the survival of mankind. Everyone will be proud that we were able to exploit something as simple and crucial to existence. Finally! The time has come. Do you smell that? Make a reality show! Everyone will thank you for it, sir. Everyone will watch the show, guaranteed. Maybe you can get a famous religious nut, who can teach the world what child birth truly means, in the capitalist sense. Thaw Time to spring up The winter’s last fall Let yourself drop Into a summer assault The Census I look like young Percy Bysshe Shelley
I write like Angelina Jolie That’s not luck, I’d say, but known as irony.

I hear the thoughts around me
I smell the sounds they make 
I read the way they taste in books
 And judge on how they feel. Tiger lily You’re running like a record player, reaching out for me. But I don’t ever take a step to stoop and stop and see. We’re running into one another wishing we could fly. You saw that dying tiger lily with people passing by. The thought that you went downtown with a group or by yourself. Put your pictures in a picture-frame and on your Sheldon shelf. You say that I’m too nervous to see the world outside this cave. You’d introduce me to your friend the lovely Miss Behave. We stayed outside too far too long, and grilled the great sun day. I still get stuck with the idea you have a life outside this place. Heather you’re back formed into wax with shapes of when I knew you the best. when by default we were meant to be together. Your candle has extinguished I tried, in vain, to bring you up but the time has gone my Dear. I am left with the smoke. An Exercise on Obedience Say out loud: Voice Voice Voice Think to yourself: Thought Thought Thought See to yourself: Hello. Smell to yourself: Sniff Sniff Sniff Hear this: (silence?) Touch this: (soft?) Now end.