ShoneOne

So i've decided I'll do anything to not grade papers. I'll even post a blog about how much I do not want to grade papers. I'll even talk to cops, and judges and such. I'll even go back to school. I'll even have a drink. Maybe even a cigarette. No I doubt a cigarette. But still. I just don't want to grade papers. I might even pet a dog. But not a stupid little dog. Maybe a pitbull or a husky or a wolf. howl.
oh just have a poem.


as if by another skin
Lone and a last name, Korean perhaps. I would like to simplify this; it is not a situation of all threads gone to waste in a basket heavy with the promise of being sewn up.
I am indicative of none, and when that isn’t quite enough I am indicative of nothing. A portion of my self is the minutes I share with my tongue. My ruddy cheeks may be splintered but I am the only one left to feel it.
If I just stopped and thought for a second then I could pause and think for a second then I could hold on a minute and process for a second that really thought is not automatic, not now.
I want to install you and you alone, but I can’t do that. Do I install a people or perhaps a place, I need to slide this grease from me, weighing me down against this felt covered cardboard. It is not my fault; it is inevitable.
You and you and the little small mirror carried around in your small purse by you. It is difficult to think like this, without representation or virtue. I want to write to you but only to cut you and make you bleed.
Substantial is the prick from a pin. It is in this demeanor that I demean you. The past is not the rising present, nor is the future the seldom heard. I am by this a violent piece of wood. Even still. I cannot progress from here, a senseless act in the middle of a meager meal.
I will drop symbols to show you the order of these semantics and how you cannot refuse them, so embedded are they in the reaches.
It is too bad perhaps always and never enough. I want my sentence to be chunky and I want to live it as clumsy as I can, beneath its girth and above its standpoint. I can wallow for years and look into the emptiness of a glass green bottle for the rest of this. Nothing is allowable but it is entirely tolerated.