American Barricade is out in the world and available for pre-order, can you believe it. Before I head home to Brooklyn, four of my favorite poets in the Pacific Northwest are going to help me launch the book on the left coast.
Books will be on sale, riot police will be on call. After party at Beulahland / how many Spanish coffees can one man drink.
I’m crying and I can’t stop crying
A man walks up to me.
He works here and I get angry
at his attempt to comfort me. But
he tells me I can’t sit on the floor.
“We like people to sit in chairs here.”
I want to tell him to fuck off but I
Haven’t finished the book on that.
There is a book telling you how to tell people to fuck off but it’s filled with sorrow.
Do you mind if I say that?
A sadness that is actually the only happy. And if you can finish reading it, you can fuck feelings forever.
My face and my hands are a glass lake.
The nest on the book is bamboo.
The nest on the book is Patrick’s ex lover ex lover.
There is an unexpected arrow that I find on a lonely line. Everything is so unexpected when you’re reading.
When people talk it hurts. I can’t stop crying and the people are pouring in.
When you cry people look at you. Or want you to know they’re not looking at you.
Out of respect for your sorrow. You have to tell them to fuck off. I’ll lend you the book.
My uncle Pierre took me places. He was part of the Dot Com Bubble. He offered to pay half my violin rental fee if I saved up. I did and he payed the whole fee. My mother held a lot of resentment toward him for this. Eventually he became bankrupt and my mother would bring up these trips to him as exemplary of his frivolous spending.
Sure, it’s an era ending.
Anticipations of being already. Just so. Anticipations of being rattled by your bones. Anticipations of sleepless. Anticipations of sneeze in the attic. Anticipations of wonder. Of disappointment. Anticipations of new. Anticipations of skin peel. Blister house. Anticipations of odd furniture. Anticipations of balance. Anticipations of never getting. Anticipations of once gotten. Anticipations of tender nothing. Anticipations of bruising. Anticipations of sharp breath. Anticipations of bold blunt. Anticipations of hair forests. Anticipations of winkling hiss. Anticipations of crushed ice. Anticipations of flood. No arch. Ancillary arms of collapsing. The actual.