Anthromorphological Invesitagtions

Snow covered cars drowning in white vertical puddles.
montreal piped bing crosby drifting down avenue st. Laurent.
stammered gasps begging forgivness for sins uncommitted.
three fingers on her neck feeling for a pulse.
"but maybe you should-"
"I dont want to know."

stupid fucking photos on a dead batteried missing camera.
wont upload oblong car shaped sheep like piles
or the smiles of a few
girls
and boys i met along the way.

these fucking invisible chessmen dog my every step:
electricity.
money.
g.p.a.
"feelings"



fucking invisiblity. where does it go? where does it come from?
is your mother as good as they say?
hypersexual insomniac. batter my heart three personed love. from five directions at once, like a coupla knights leaping over my elabiarate labiarynthine pawn structure to quintuple fork rook bishop knight queen and king. where the fuck you gonna go?

it is also possible to have too much love. it is also possible to be too comfortable. to have too many options. etc.


it is possible to have five phone numbers in your hand
and no quarter.

its not ironic its just stupid:

your invicible chessmen
wont take me alive.