year of the Snake
how could I

not try to shine in they?



that shot me into my fever

and awake, sacred objects all
in a storage unit in west haven

remind me of the holding pattern
that I drove like it was my hands

with palms open and up to the sky

in Windsor,
the no trespassing sign and a dog-



how could we let the crazy
things we were thinking

come to us in their own cars

all of their own volition,

smelling the trail like a dog,
three wise men follow a star,

a head on a stake warning
other tribes that we are all

cannibalistic

blood-worshippers

rain and the road eater

when I finally ran home.



*** **** ******

only cut your hair during the full moon


aesthetic,

apartment;

lost walking down secret
languages of geometry

made for me for my 700th reincarnation
as a sweating eighteen year old trapped
for millenniums in amber at the bottom

of port authority...

If this blue car were an F1


if this blue care were an F1


Collapsing my back,

anything but the vanishing point





Working my arms and legs like a rat

my father never learned to be A



B
when it was in wrappers in the bag














































































i should've done my first career
whats that? nursing, yeah...

-cam