Two Poems

BRIGHT LIGHT

I’ve encountered a situation where I could potentially buy a little bit of crack and then never buy any again. Should I do it? Lately, everything has been too much to handle. Have you heard about this place where all these horny teenagers live together nine months a year? Sometimes I think my heart may explode. I look up and an airplane writes S, K, and Y onto the sky. I can see what you’re doing before you do it and what you’re about to do before you think it. I’m scared for no reason. Someday I’ll have my body burned and made into a diamond. Then I’ll swim with dolphins under a beautiful rainbow. If I were better with words I’d insert an awful bird right here. I want to have sex with the earth and give birth to a new planet and name it Hector. I’ve been to mind-prison before and I don’t want to go back.

THE GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL

I sat down to write the great American novel. I’d already composed a draft in my head so it was mostly a matter of getting it on paper. I hoped I could remember how it started. I remembered the gist: teenagers on sexual coming of age ski trip terrorized by psychopath etc. but before I typed anything Giancarlo called and invited me to a party. I can’t say no to him. When I arrived at the party someone burned a wedding veil and I was immediately swept up in toplessness. Soon another party arrived, stole everybody’s pants and left. I didn’t understand what was happening but it was a lot of fun. It turns out the entire time I had a piece of corn in my beard. When I returned home I was so thankful to have puke-colored carpeting. I steadied myself with it to keep from falling off the face of the earth. It was time. Phase II of Operation: Live the Dream was almost complete.