Musique Concrète

i am not dealing in

intentions but in

experiments so i

never know how

the poem is going

to end just like i

don’t have a clue

how many sex

changes i’ll get

each year the tech

nology gets better

for getting hotter

taking off nipples

sewing them back on

injecting hormones

modulating the sound

and bpm of the track

b kisses my nipples

to turn me on

i can’t feel it but

ideas are sexier

than sensations

anyways there is free

dom in form if yr

willing to change it

unlike a sonnet w its

14 lines like a little

cage some man

argues w me that

there is no freedom

w/o a determinate

structure but to him

i say burn the house

down and build some

thing new for work

e stages million

dollar apartments

on the upper east

side everyday he makes

homes and takes them

apart e and c are fucking

in the room next to mine

good for them i think

i’m attached to sounds

the jackhammer outside

c and e and b and me

the dogs barking at each

other at 3am the planes

flying in and out of lga

even when it’s quiet it’s not

silent there is always noise

i can hear the sound

of my heart pumping

my blood

BOILING WATER ON THE STOVE

for tea. I don’t own a kettle. Bella makes

a sandwich of curry chicken salad

and jalapeños. Chicken salad is better

without curry, I say. She is tired, she says,

because Kay was walking around above us

last night. How to ask someone not to walk

on the floor? While Bella tossed around,

I fell asleep, dreamt I was a tubby old man

wobbling down a gravel road. I feel like a cloud

which drifts and floats around Bella

while she makes her way through

the physical world. The rain wakes me,

knocking on the glass. I want to throw

all my books on to the wet street. This is not

how you become a person. Louise said

each poet’s poems come from one

primary emotion. If this is true, mine

must be indignation. I think this

because I took a quiz online

called WHAT PRIMARY EMOTION

ARE YOU? and I got ANGER

when I took it and ANGER

when I took it again. It is true

if I push on it, I can always feel

ANGER beneath the more

pleasant or dull things.