in watermelon sugar in one sitting
strangely reading nose chopping narrative
quiet like images of rain without falling
no patient reading
taking advantages of quantum physics
every single page is a rat in a room with poison
one page is read and at the same time burning
only learning what we are forgetting about
being drunk in two rooms
with the spins, but in opposite directions
like one of those NASA puke rides
reading multiple words in a single moment
a classroom full of trout debating clouds orally emptying into rivers

six thirty to nine

It's six thirty P.M. while I could be Trout Fishing in America.

I look into the front row, otherwise known as "the art section" at a girl I may or may not be attracted to. Next to her, there is a girl who looks like she is riding a lawnmower. I speculate as to whether or not the professor had ever been Trout Fishing in America. I think to myself, "girls named Samantha are for me" and then I change my mind. I try to pay attention but envision a mad dog floating around my head. All of the flavors are swirling above my head. The Bible as a historical document sounds better than the Bible that inspired people to bomb abortion clinics. I'm not sure whether drinking coffee makes me more or less nervous. I wish I was Trout Fishing in America. I wish I could sleep with a girl that looks like a hummingbird.

She could use her voice in many different ways. Sometimes she would make words, sometimes she would make sounds. You always knew what she meant. She would change words into her own cute way of saying them. She could talk like a little kid and I was jealous of that. She was beautiful, her eyes and her lips, the rest of the features on her face together represented the possibility of perfection.

orange notebook #1

my son my son

the war is won

straight up to heaven

soul into sun

peace relieves my sorrow

victory has come

the war is won

my son my son

excerpt from AP Bio notebook #3

Charlie ruined the hippies
people never change
the search to find the answers
will always stay the same

Now precedes the future
yesterday is old
This gray and beaten walkway
I thought was paved with gold

excerpt from AP Bio notebook #2

You changed the odds
on the existence of
infinite love

You spoke and
I listened
remembered each
word that I spoke

Copied it down
registered ephemeral
emotions filled
up your pages

Esoteria
wrap your arms around me
instill in me infinity

excerpt from AP Bio notebook

Arise bright light from the East
shine on the water, strike the beach
illuminate the sea

Let me glide on down the wave
slide down the face
to the place, to the place
where I can believe
and liquid relief spilling over me

Take in the air appreciate
No hate exists in the sea

there is something about the way that music is processed by the brain
Everyones hearing is different though
Some brains aren't as capable as others
excluding the deaf
However not all blind people prefer listening to music vs. watching movies
Sound; you can't see it, you can only see what is making it!

when i'm sometimes
bite my nails

That Birdsong Sunny Morning

one 

that birdsong sunny morning comes

from a frozen

basement

of the world wandering

into our

backyards

that birdsong sunny morning smiles

in the sunrise

when most

have closed eyes

that birdsong sunny morning lands

and we can

fly again!

two

that birdsong sunny morning comes

to make the wind blow

so we can teach our kids to know

that birdsong sunny morning comes

to grow the grass green

and make our hearts smell clean

that birdsong sunny morning comes

to guide the school bus

that birdsong sunny morning comes

to show us the fool in us

three

that birdsong sunny morning comes

from our neighbors

on the other side of the world

four

that birdsong sunny morning comes

from the winged maestros,

musicians

and minstrels

in our backyards

in our forests

in our cities

because I long for it

so I can appreciate music again

that birdsong sunny morning comes

five

that birdsong sunny morning comes

when we remember going to sleep

that birdsong sunny morning comes

from remembering to go to sleep

six

that birdsong sunny morning comes

in remembrance of those past

for those it came for then

and those it will come for after

seven

that birdsong sunny morning comes

so we don’t have to waste time anymore!

that birdsong sunny morning comes

to chase away trivial things

and trivial thoughts!

eight

that birdsong sunny morning grows

up from the ground on the petal of a rose

that birdsong sunny morning floats

down from heaven to rest on the petal of a tulip

nine

that birdsong sunny morning reflects

off the white spots in the fawn’s new fur,

the stag’s horn

and the mirror in the mother’s eyes

ten

I am awakened by

my friends with

two wings and beaks

singing when 

that birdsong sunny morning comes

like the tortured soul of Jim Morrison
with a mind full of notebooks full of broken language
scared to speak the words of an alien species

if a uterus can be a coffin
then a coffin can be a uterus

class 63

allergic reactions to certain situations scrubbing ducks & otters
watching inside the mind of google on youtube
black high heeled boots in front
the girl they call die-hard just walked in
mobile devices have us in a stranglehold
extrasensory computing is supposedly augmenting our senses
and a lot of people want a miniaturized version of ebay
not my little pony
my cute little ebay
i named my son ebay
soup

In class she nods her head as if she is in church
like some blind agreement
or like a dog wagging it's tail
or like a human being ignoring
the start of another holocaust
If an atomic bomb landed in her lap she would smile and continue to nod

You are your team
You wear their jerseys, hats, socks & underwear
You are their wins and losses
When they win, you win
When they lose, you lose
You share a common bond
You label yourself because you are proud
When people see you they instantly know something about you
because not many people wear [ team name] jerseys by coincidence