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3.25.2009
The Aliens
When the aliens came,
nobody would come with me,
but I was ready
with my D&D Monster Manuel,
twelve-sided dice,
laptop,
and light saber replica;
all packed into a
cardboard box.
Said they'd rather
crack open a soda and
watch SportsCenter.
Chasing Dead Ends
through neighborhoods,
under the overpass,
past the woods,
past the field,
in between railroad track,
through other dead ends.
Alice B.Toklas
She eats brownies instead,
Takes super dictation
And sleeps on her head.
Turning her? Hopeless.
She butters buttons:
Stuttering, muttering,
Award-winning buttons.
She rich? More or less.
Parties all night;
Tossing word salad:
this is her life.
I don't want to have fame,
Only to hold her.
Alice, please
Can I stand
On your shoulders?
My Home
How can I be
out of my mind
when I live
inside my head?
I'd rather be
in a suitcase
or a shell
or a closet.
Anywhere but
here because I'm
claustrophobic
and make a
lousy neighbor.
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