From This Nothingness

i send you my moon-kissed fist

mittens in the cigar clatter of the thoughtless television
excuse me good morning good bye

i know nothing in this room
drunk by dawn on other people's lies

sleep:
a door open
beyond the smoke

Here

among the fantastic stars

your flitterings in adjectives

and leaping life and Bytes: eyes speak
but are without

when I die

a
more close will come
&
your language will sell
right-clicks
on one purple



violet &

my reflection

my

leafed out elements

Paper Clips

there is no where to go and
i miss no one

even here
a sky is spilling

slashings of moth mouth

i am hoping the adapter gets lost
or is more defective than my mascara
not even good for blocking
the idiot horse