was gonna

March 13, 2010 12:00AM


was gonna swing that swing but there was a
sign.
was gonna drink that drink but there was a
door.
was going to kiss those lips but there was a
veil.

and all the unlocked gates…
just couldn’t be bothered
bother,
lungs
parapalegic,
heart,
refrigerated
brain,
embalmed.

fat face has found me mid-mid-
thirty something and sure enough–

was going to smoke that smoke but was a
breeze
was going to dig that grave but was a
rock
was going to something something but there was a
block.

wrapped wholesale on the dollar shelf,
(ventilation, suspiration, dust)
advertising juices through this white-paper
silhouette gauze,
bleeding ambivalence,
nominal bits,
do not hear those footsteps and do not realize…..

bought but not
eaten.

was going to string that string but there was a
knot
was going to live that life but there was a
lock.