cavorting  w/dirty

1.

auto

cratically  

auto						a “d” if you’re lucky 

matic darkness			it’s policy: an inch 

         not enough 

you’ll need at least

1/2  more.



a day and hour’s fraction late w/

a white s.u.v. to boot			you’ll never be cool here-

popular people

do not scratch at themselves in this

bloody beef bonanza

they call secondary school					a requiem

shld be held for the

souls that have 

been sold 		to thicklashed

tightjeans.



2.

on returning 

to the nonfamiliar:

i am freshmanless 			but my youth cocoon is not

perceived as shed

eyes lit in a disturbing disarray

wonder at body w/such

great fooling capacity

i blend in like macbeth

on a shakespeare shelf

          self minimized to other

in dramaworld



it’s hard to not cut

when you’ve got scissors in yr hand.