I will knead a melody
if you will knell a bell for me

Every word is vanity
Will you please kick some sand on me

I telling you am
bark I bark eyes three mute times
barcode store forget

I call bullshit My
alibi my lullaby
inconsequential

1 2 3 4 5
motherfucking well run dry
1 2 3 4 5

Explain enjoying
the Clusterfuck?

My anxiety switches
which tracks?

Love, Precarious
in North Bethesda

My precarity meter’s beeping
my incoming’s incoming
not yet! Calm the fuck down.

Adam Eaton? Minor
league pitchers, arm slot
and W delivery

issues? Trades: who
knows. I’ll have no
great-grandchildren.

Tell me I’m wrong: kayfabe is extinct.
It skipped obsolescence.
Was all and then was silly.

I’m 57
never did shit for survival.
I deserve what I get.

The elderly
insist
on
the
end
of
the
line
at my precinct’s polling station.
The young
round
corner
hurried,
see line,
moan,
stay.
Fucks
like me,
moldy,
obligated to fucking what?
thumb
our
phones
on
an
app
bought
to
thumb
poems
in waiting rooms.

Two balls two tweets:
Angie Dickinson
▲ who remembers ▼

John Mellancamp
I nosefarted hah
aborted snort:

O I know
I won’t talk about
killing pencils

(I look to see
don’t bother to hide
glance right glance right):

Jem’Hadar pencil
founder’s tablet white
topical tool

overdue decades:
Finish poem line short.

I Learned the Term
“Behavior Leakage”
at My Umpteenth
O My Fucking God
Emergency Training
at Work. Until Today
I Called It Ed.

Seventh xthed promise:
don’t voluntarily talk
at work. Mute, squelch, gag.

When talk required
say no more than yes and no.
Invisibly meet

deadlines. Annual
performance reports sustain
unremarkable

Bs. Evaporate
from boss’s mind like replace
able fuck I am.

Behavior leakage?
No one notices my bark’s
barking silencer.