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"all i can get"
        
                   first published by Paloma Press

ah you know what i can say? what are the connections this time? i don't know, this is all i got. you're on your own.




& After discovering who WALL-E was modeled after, I had to edit the poem:


all i can get 

 

            after watching Wally Boag on TMS

after a heartbreak

 

he never heard male robot sighs on soap

operas from the 80s & 90s i found myself

watching, or he didn’t want to know that

about me, or he never wished to imagine

sham pipes blown up in me, & if he did,

 

i’m a real shrink for attention to detail &

i’d never want him to be tortured. some-

times absolute worst line of amusement

park, bad all around, hits body strangely.

blown up jealous condom in life of limes

 

is a fact of the black mirror gatekeeper

i’ve spent so much time w/, ‘cept i never

really got into the PIXAR thing. is that

cuz i am old? or older? it was definitely

older writers considering younger oglers.

 

i much prefer hand-drawn animations. yet,

i liked WALL-E cuz it was space & robots

& that worked, but what did i know about a

Short Circuit perspective on my linear track?

why do humans have to be computerized?

 

only sure thing that gets me out of bed

now is trusting i might get Sunday lucky

again, & there is a bit of fate around that

corner. i fell in love w/a cockroach who

didn’t believe in luck. i could never really

 

understand if it was because he believed

in GOD, or rather, in faith, which made

him sure, or if having a silvery ship in my

time forgotten was on account of himself 

& his doing. i think it takes a lucky man to

 

say he doesn’t believe in luck. i understand

my collection of greens from between teeth

can’t deliver me future golden fortunes, but

i am one who still thinks a wish is a prayer

& a witch to believe in superstitious spit—

 

it is terrifying that there was only one form

of communication we failed at. i miss spell of

breath before dialogue. i like the first half best.

what’s a robot to do by himself w/this dream

about what moving image he’s lucky to catch?