the normal frustrations

the words on this page are sickening
especially the “I”s

I wish to be removed from this setting
lifted letter by letter

and placed inky blot
by spidery bleed

into a deafening fire
so that I am finally consumed by Rages

and made mute, and made unconscious
and am unmade

the normal frustrations

the words on this page are sickening
especially the “I”s

I wish to be removed from this setting
lifted letter by letter

and placed inky blot
by spidery bleed

into a deafening fire
so that I am finally consumed by Rages

and made mute, and made unconscious
and am unmade

"What have you been up to?" "Just working."

I become a stretch of road
I am six miles
I look futureward,
down my asphalt,
my traffic obscured by glints of sun

With my feet
I blot out patches of the pavement
back and forth, in paces,
until I walk
in the Alley of Shadow
upside down on the walls
same as the ceiling and floor