Fan of bad taste

1.

Fan of bad taste

seeks special some1 

to rub up the wrong way

Surprise, 

it’s me 

Together we could

turn over 

calendar pages 

very slowly

2 weeks 2 late

We could 

bump keyboards together 

gnash our old embarrassed teeth

Bend starlight

round the corner 

of a street 

we’re tired of walking down 

2.

One night in Tonsai 

I woke up with a terrible feeling 

That’s a lie

my eyes were already open

to a milky darkness

a vibrating darkness

Sound was heavy

Turning

over and over 

like the rock

rolling around in my chest

I’d lost track of my heart 

It had gone out wandering

or rather

it was sitting outside 

alone 

on the balcony 

3.

At 37 

I should know better

I shouldn’t get mown down

by a new sound

Can I count on

coming home

after another disaster 

yes, another one

Mountains used to make me thirsty

now I leave them alone

they don’t need me to interpret them

The poetics 

of being washed up 

do nothing but make me sluggish

I refuse to rail against anything 

I am a slug riding a stone

a noise looking for a quiet room