life ends. why pretend
beauty of a one-shot setting
is letting
the fallacy of my past
string up the netting
you can prove time’s not shedding
its bedding
but every memory still
feels like a wedding
fretting over not having enough
B-roll
i don’t want to set the moment free
or reassign the mole
breading needs a filling that is stuffed
there’s a hole
when i quit surveilling what i did
and recast the role
– D K T
out of my heart rate zone
if i got to talk
feel a weight in my chest
that makes me groan
could tolerate thin bones
but i don’t
better get the cone
put it on my head and laugh
i’m disowned
i need you to go
order me pillories
i’ve not atoned
my punishment’s not loaned
it’s all mine
copies not condoned
– D K T
watch my fan and let it spin four fins
alternate strokes
wind is the omen
no checkpoints with a sick warden
not a mad god
that ever rode in
to shoot a bit of his medicine
at an innocent chin
headshot full-faced grin
pick up a chunk of pink gelatin
feed the militant kin
scraps tossed in the basin
– D K T
hope i’m not having a prolonged
psychotic episode
i’ve been delusional
about this musical road
evidence of irrefutable code
no other option i throw long
tie amputated toes
back to this purpose
that i so earnestly chose
from the surface you just smell dirty clothes
– D K T
nothing left
spent it all on a cheap haul
getting fed what i want while i get mauled
is it theft
if i offer the whole wall
in exchange for a break from my slow crawl
i’m interested in learning
how a monk walks
but i’m feeling too miserable to count flocks
there used be a time when
i could hear clocks
before the cryogenics and the glass blocks
– D K T
all i really need is 10
minutes away
but i’m not disciplined so i stay
lay like i’m bound to my stable with
cable when hay is stacked up on my tray
my delusions skip a grade
mind-numbing raid
i’m a product of the corporate suede
paid with a carton of trading cards
tangling fantasies into a haphazard braid
– D K T
D K T