I’m a little gay boy
red book can’t bend
flat yet

perch-éd on east side
rock mountain it’s
8:20

white faded bluejeans
from espanól textbook
bibliotecahahah

sleeping biker mountain
companion’s behind me
brown pants green sneakers

if we converse i’ll
for sure assume younger
brother position

perch-éd little gay boy
is a big big big
big skin fan

just now first felt
for full body anti-
weighted blank-ét

light and tight and
pushed and smushed and
down different

thirty minutes on Snapchat
angle testing some nose picking but
got cancelled

yanna and gemma k and
self awareness forbid it
tRyInG 2oo hurd

little girl not perch-éd
be’s careful nd shouts
mom-mee!! MOM-me!
(mom doesn’t
look to be proud
is just on phone)

yo soy want
to do that—to jump and be proudéd at
why not now?

going to un-perch 4
rice krispé treats

side-sad-note is that
my mommee in a

just
general
sense

is proud of me
these days

and
the sax that is bigger
than alto
and that is smaller
than baritone
swings taut with forearms
of the shaded man
in front of me
counting a perfect
wad

green notes that say
thank you
for something that
isn’t my phone
thank you for
showing my kid that
this happens still
a thing that definitely
happens in a happening-still way
and, to my kid who is my boy, that loopy
quick
scales happen still too or maybe
songs?
sound pleasant and deep
and warm and that
makes him in the
mood for hugs and questions
or green summer
teenage silence
is fine too
thank you

(do i like jazz?
as in would i say it
now?
i’d say it
i’ve said it
phones are cool
cuz i could write
this poem
and include
the
actual sound$)

i respect this pigeon way
more than
my dogs
street-wise wise
they’re worlds apart

and birds here way less
vulnerable
and
needy
than my dogs

new guy comes into view
in front of sax-man
and respectable pigeons

it’s snake man
staring people down
to look @ his snake

doesn’t ask for tip
but high-fives your kids
backwards + jumping + thru
the legs
until he gets it
it, the tip
then walks quicker in front
of your
same-way family
cause that’s what we do

yea, it’s so easy
2 take pictures now
but worth it, camera phoneless?
snake guy thankful for phones
oh my god! you’ve got
a snake on you for
the next five seconds!
points and squeals and mothers
and then its over
hopefully, kid has it captured
has held down x long enough
for memory-syncing/sync-up

should I follow
these Jedi priests?
Neo stances
barely swinging
their
walking arms
i pray
that they
are less the chosen one
than me okay

hold on!
developing news
potential altercation
to break the peace
be-tween sax-man
and the world
guy who loves
the wind
and wheels
and stone paved bumps
and high vishooooms
vishooms too close to
sax-man
harmless i think
but sax man
shouts
YOU TRYING TO
SEND ME A
MESSAGE
OR WHAT MAN??
Vishoomer says WAH??
and turns his head back
and disappears towards the lake
to show good faith
and to say I’m just here
for the wind and the stares, guy

a good way
to get looks
is to walk
4 beautiful dogs
around
dogs
that don’t make you think of
words
like
oil or slobber or weak

theris nothing like
COLLEGE
OR
FAMILY VACATION

family vacation is like
a clean white t-shirt
and a good light burn
that feels better now
post-tingles

real art experience
would be surprise
where
your friends pop up in big white
room
and there’s AC and
cheese and crackers
and you dance with them
trading mess for circle
with you-dotted in middle
circle made of laughter
and applause
and it never ends
and it becomes a movie in heaven

too cliche
to say
that this
is the perfect
place?
right here?
to say what more
could you ask for?
central park baby
too obvious statement of
point of
this poem?

grass
sun
cleanliness
make it
less homeless
to sleep
doiiiiiiiii duhhh

I think its time
to make this poem rhyme
to let its rhythm turn
via pivot up-on a dime
all this time
its been mine
to not scrub
to make it shine
brahhh-sizzzzz-znatch boiii
just the opposite
keep it sour
sour like a sour lime
this time
thrown words on a wall
breaks for da climb
boiiiiiiiii

if this
someone else’s shit?
would I
a-puh-preciate it?

sexy for my thoughts
to see my thoughts
not in my thoughts

in the new medium of
SNAPCHAT
will we allow
poets
Snapchat poets
different types of Snappers
like how some revolutionary
Languagers made people
feel thru dat shit

so much can be expressed
via Snap so easy
more than words
words + video

poems have it going for
them that they’re
called poems

is this enough of
a sentiment to get
hired by Snapchat?

should accept Snap +
be like Cutco-er or
Verizon Yofe-er whose
employ brings out
great awe @ all the
SWEET DEALS

“i’d love this
deal. Even if I
didn’t work here”
and then you say/
think what happened
to you. Whereis
your bitterness and
jokiness about all
things that are
hinged on the relation
that our desires
and dreams are
all gone?

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