Decidedly unpleasant, but fun to look at

Captain Hapn
didn’t happen
today I took a walk
al ong walk wary
capn hapn ….very very quiet

not suppsed to make scenes
plot plod plod
plot not even then

a boy screamed at me thru windows see
three hour walking
capn hapn figure aristotled

so yes I took a long walk wearing the wrong outfit and walked past a huge green frog where nothing happened and thought about a mini-skirt changeroo and deeply unpleasant, decided against it, I already know what’s wrong with it.

How do you know what’s wrong with it if you didn’t even talk to it? Well, i would be fascinating to look at but that’s about it.

So a walk and then a boy screamed at me through a car window either
“Dick!” or
“You’re dead!”
which I would’ve preferred dick as to the truth of it
although I’d died twice before in this life that I know of so it kinda woulda been true too

people are mean
and funny

…did you just call me a dick? why? a one-way gate
noooo definitive actions
just long pent up walks mittens no mini

But of course,

I edited poem for clarity, my friend told me last night that the disjointedness, especially near the end, was a little too avant-garde.  I think so, too.  Here goes nothin’


I felt his hand on the rain
bodies through a void… listen

I just wanna be your friend.

And I, of course,
and I do not

in fact I know
I didn’t know how to talk about the creepy feel,
that I

was I
it was me.

I creep like Prince covering atht Radiohead song
screw those guys and their not-on-the-internet-music

like Prince

ha ha

sorry Prince.

And I still like Radiohead I
just give ’em a hard time

(like I wanted from you)

this is why ( _ left.)
To get better and not be that haunted house walking around on stilts through your universe and 10 rhymes with Friends so I used it

It didn’t really mean anything.

The 10.

(Not you, I think you’re great.)


So I left,
but I

your little friends in the (…what I meant was remember when you were a kid and you would get those little heart necklaces pretty cheap and they had spaces in the middle to put all the pictures of your friends and you would go around school and say, “You’re a great friend!” and “You’re a great friend!” or maybe your school didn’t do that but ours did and it was sweet)

So I was trying to say I think you’re cool and I finally got over the inappropriate crush thing and

got back normal.

But very rare to middling I was forgetting
and loose that necklace
under the cushions
or in the garage

and start thinking sex again



or something like that.
and a goat

is a goat.


But I, of course,

I felt his hand on the rain
close water bodies falling into the void…
I just want to be your friend
I, of course,
and I do not

in fact I know how to talk about the creepy feel,
Haunted house on foot stilts
So I left
but I

your little friends in the heart of classes 5 to wear on your neck, and then I lose
or between the cushions under the sink, in the garage and cushions, I need to stop thinking about
sex thingy
Friends will be OK
children OK




“I’m dead?”
Triangles heard the question yet squeezed her eyes tight and tried not to listen to strike blows on ground.
“There’s a plane, it’s not a plane,” hissed one, ungainly.
Nobody listened.

“I’m dead?” Plane demanded and collected in wet corners of the cave, groaning in a pitiful.
Ahh there were circles, whimpering “are.”


Line hit, bounced up and down in dark, light
it fell through crack and showed 2 dimensions, squirming.

“No, you’re a stick! A twig two ways …” shouted squig, a strong back.

Don’t let it move, don’t let it move all prayed.

Plane turned around, started yelling erupted turtles, coffee and large.

“What’s a coffee?” thought a vapor, and cried the whole rest of the night.



Ý  Δ