hello

the transcontinental railroad is smoothly sailing above stream.
kyla remains so many shades of green. she waits for her next voice to appear
and keeps her ears pert
when they're not slicked back.

sometimes she expects more than i know how to give
but maybe if we lived with other fishes we'd be so current
we'd be tickling rocks and not even noticing our scum-loving love

her hair tickles the fancy of my carpet
i try to think vacuum
but instead live in a vacuum of her clothes and mine

i try to think quarters
but they're so pretty
what if i put their shiny resonance
down the tube
and only got clean laundry out of it
that would need to be folded and put somewhere
just like now
only minus the shiny quarters

i know i will do something with the clothes someday
but the two dressers are like two ex-or potential boyfriends
that i try not to invest too liberally in
it's better to think i'm in a constant state of packing
i like to unpack rather than live in... why live in a dresser?
it seems more appropriate for an underground hobbit
but for an above-ground hobbit, i think clothes belong visible

if only i could just hang them in the air on a string
i tried closing my closet door but then realized i could live without them

i used to think the television was my friend
then my computer
now i think they're empty multiple thousand screens

i think my clothes are my friends
we really have done things together
they really do compliment me
and we really do do things together
i wash them sometimes
and i suppose i can and do take better care
they're kind of a miracle that they were even born
and that i would even think of trading the money i had
because i needed to take them home

debt is an interesting concept,
and i don't want to talk about it,
so don't even think about asking,
even if you're offering free bankruptcy services
because i'm saving the dessert for tomorrow

i will have it with cheese.
i will butter it, but that could give me a tommy-ache

i wish i had a music source, but i don't want to burden my computer
i have two computers, and i don't want to impose on either one

sometimes i run out of food, which is the most mysterious miracle
because i really never run out of food
and therein the tension lies

i think other than quarters and making sure i really do send the bills
to the right bill
i have no problems
other than trying to collect
i try to stay clam and collected
but really i try only to collect the clams as they come
because if you seek mussels
you might find them in bulk
and then what?
would i boil them or steam them?

i think i need more ex-cer-cise
but i'm busy cising the exes
that all i can think of is exes
in which case why would i ex-my-cise
i like my cise on most days
but come bikini time, what will happen?

should i think about the man across the way
or the men in the way?

should i think about cleaning?
i think about
i think about the newest book and the bathtub the most
i really am in an erotic relationship
it's not that i'm trying to be suggestive
it's just that warm water really does work
they call them sitz baths, some do,
but i just sit there
and if the book gets wet, all the better

i think the biggest improvement would be to
increase/improve/expand my relation to laundry
to really get it wet and then love it to its folded creases
as though its life depended on me.

and that's really about it. that and the relation to paper
to make sure this book is my land before placing in floor
or shelf land.

my dad says he'll buy me two more book cases and offered to help
put them together. i think we can do it.
do i invest in book space?

the head and air space is so nasa i can hardly think vanessa.
you know, the rituals of love seem so adjustable to love
but can you really make love a bookcase with adjustable shelves?
is love the shelves and the compartments of books and chapters
more than they knew when they thought love was a house?

if it is a house, and then you leave, then what is it?
you could have found the perfect house, and then one person leaves
and then what?
much conjecture to be had here about houses and its occupants
we do walk around in our bodies,
and they are our homes
so should i even think about books except the one i'm reading?
or clothes (same question)....

so, that's about it, other than losing my voice

productive....
i better get back to the milky steamboats of the rivers mound...
cha cah