A Very Specific Noodle

.1:30 pm

Amphibious amphigory amphenol
am too - Agenbite of inwit. One two three four five
alive aghast again. After all. Burnt umber under
black white while rain removes insect wing
trash trains grey stones steal steel still and again
lotta lotto luck laughing. Seven eight nine ten
waiting for water, wet crash. Splash.
Water is in the air because that's where it goes
chose to choose that word. That. That word. There. That one.
green blanketed soft flaky rusty crumbled a foot it felt
it smelt like a foot. Or these feet. Tired. Torn. Bruised.
Blistered. Hey mister, can you spare a tire?
Whisper through a window. Write words on glass.
You are the finest piece of ass. Threads on your shoulders
That's where. A cricket cried out. It shouted. It said
something. A crack spreading shedding tears ripped.
fourteen fifteen twenty-two. Steps lightly slightly shat.
oh fuck. Did I say that? What I meant to say was
florentine splinters of wings departing westward ho!
It most certainly is carried away in winds on backs in bags
three drops frogs of trees. A wheeze. A sneeze. A choo.
hoping for something buried, forgotten, replaced - he chased
a dream. Adroit droid silence. Dried paint. Spilled ink.
Muddy feet. I'll be there in a minute. Who's counting?
cricksun creecraw sheshaw shoals melting coals
not one to say I told ya so - so then don't
a finger lightly in circles encircles wet button don't
push that button - told ya - so then don't
the sky dropped flat on a building right across the street
one lone shotgun wedding in the night - pick your fights
two old dogs wandering that way and this
like to lick your face your ass - smell my finger
oh how you linger - what nostrils are for

.2:20 pm

I caressed the backside of a guitar from afar
On just the one string I found every note I needed
Sing vibrations into hollow air - there's nobody there.
He said, "You can do the whole thing in one afternoon."
If you try. And it would be worth it. The effort, you know.
All you have to do is start it and it finishes itself.
She said, "I need a catalyst. Something to get me going."
Two ounces of gasoline and a chocolate cream cone
Will that be for here? Or to go?
Curious what meanings you'll find here that were never intended.
Oh. Is that what I was saying? Well then I guess
I didn't even need to say it. You can do the talking for me.
Brown, brown, brown. How do you make brown?
Yellow and blue passing in the night.
A streetlight. A bar fight. A little piece of metal
that makes no God damned sense at all. What was it for?
boxcars boxcars of plastic chewtoys and diapers
replacement parts for handheld games
scrap metal moving backwards
a little whistle, barely heard, beckoning forward movment
slack cables connecting distances
a little pencil sketch for later leisure amusement
what part of "I Love You" don't you understand?
headlights gleaming, elephants screaming
A tango told by an idiot
were wurther whirr flutter flutter flutter stop
Misty missed tea time. Steam time. Stymied.
When he's alone, he takes his shoes off and
counts his toes. Just to make sure. And for every
sure he makes, another damned doubt appears.
It was like that before - in the beginning
The void and all that shit.

.3:25 pm

telephone remains empty
heavenly wine is almost gone
but a very specific noodle has dropped from the sky
landing neatly on a fine serving platter
with sauce and sausages
I hear them twirling their forks, chewing, digesting
they wipe their lips and pull out plastic cards
leaving donations towards my paycheck
It was delicious
heat dissolves, the water of wet shirt evaporating
I am my own swamp cooler.
The wind - it likes me today.
Can you come in for an interview tomorrow?
I most certainly can, yes.
transformers transform but what exactly
is it that they are transforming?
and into what are these things being transformed?
this is what has puzzled me for thousands of years
and I am no closer now than I ever was before
but some day soon I will grasp the specific noodle
it will not slip from my fingers
I will be ready with sausages and sauces of sausages
I will twirl my own fork and wipe my lips
I will digest this very specific noodle
heavenly wine will wash it down and
there will be smooth caresses for dessert
neapolitan cream your breasts and thighs
tiramasu your lips and hair
my eyes droop fall close
and I return to my favorite dream
The universe - she loves us.
The noodle hides behind the moon
and backstage, they're putting tomorrow together

.3:55 pm

white blight overwhelms my sight
I closed my eyes a moment too late
and now I'll never see again
I'll hear whispers and not see the
lips or tongue that issued them
I'll feel fingers and nails and bootheels
and I will only see the sounds and smells they make
I will take 33 coins and count them every night
dropping dropping one two dropped three
there will be a stain on my face
a booger in my nose
and no one will tell me about it
my hair will be a mess of bird shit and red paint
I will wear women's underwear
jack off in Central Square
my elbows will be date-time-stamped
I will wipe my ass for posterity
a train will be named after me
scientists and doctors will invent new words
fingerprints will be carefully framed and preserved
a generation of gypsies will found a new city
exactly where they found it
let no grandmother be left behind
muscles will twitch under skin
and bones will be used to write symphonies
sawdust comes and goes
children get childrenier
I will blow my nose setting off sirenalarms
grief and sorrow will be mixed into a palatable paste
tacos will be numbered for security reasons
words will go into ears and nothing will come out