Overheard

 I've overheard that
 life is stressful in Fargo,
 destiny is not a foregone conclusion
 in the Trapeze Academy
 where busyness has acquired
 social status,
 and the room is
 in need of a huge,
 green, plastic alligator.

 Disorienting youth,
 adolescent overindulgence
 in pizza and porn,
 her lesions left unresolved,
 praying for reality
 with punk exuberance
 and holiday fecklessness,
 trigger a crisis,
 no surplus in chastity,
 a pleasant moment at frieze.
 
 I sensed a kindred spirit
 contrary to
 it's spirit of discipline.
 
 I want to be a scout
 and I'm stuck here
 washing dishes.
 
 Times are conducive
 to extremist anger -
 instilled fear in their
 traditional minds.
 The way you react to normal
 stimuli changes talk
 over action.
 Between tongues -
 different boundaries.
 To be a monument is
 certainly false,
 the metaphor of loss
 is translation.
 
 How do you obtain a death
 certificate for a brother-in-law?
 
 Frugal with language
 he skirts the edge of
 poetic practice,
 like Dada,
 but still remaining
 straightforward.
 
 Dance with me, Big Face.