themEp in May...


May 1
who gets to make a real influence on the world





april 30

following password glitches, themep is back and humming again;
much has passed, coffee is imbibed, there are people called Amber;
heavenly trumpet music; and a Swiss man, only partially medicated, typing frantically

and coffee. yes, coffee.

interspersed with trumpet tunes, i wake. let your shoulders down and think about today.











april 28

what do we need. when do we separate ourselves.
what brings us joy.
how much are we allowed to take.
what is love.









april 20


we go through shit in this house. from raisins to dish-washing soap; bread and cheese, and Lord knows, gallons of milk.
what do you go through in your house?



april 18


we go through shit in this house. from raisins to dish-washing soap; bread and cheese, and Lord knows, gallons of milk.
what do you go through in your house?
















april 7
what did you do on your first birthday.






montreal, april 6

is it payday yet.
middle of the nights, these neurons write prose, they compose, they suppose.
in the morning after coffee, they are off to the races, and leave all lucid thoughts behind.
supplanted by immigration emails, a lonely looking child, and a body which won't keep up.

i escape away for moments, mere moments, then face horrible things the rest of the entire day,
things impossible to write, impossible to say, impossible to even dream of.
a world so insincere, so prescribed, and now, the worst of it, i'm being judged constantly by my counterpart.
if i wear too much black. if i wear too much white. if i speak my mind. if i spend money. he is becoming toxic my el salvadorian friend.
i need to disavow him.

Frankie how am i doing?






it's a shaky poot with espresso. montreal, april 4
how you define me; let me count the ways


it's a shaky poot with espresso.
mondays come and mondays go and then they come again.
guinea pigs chew on metal bars while the caffeine gets absorbed into my bloodstream.
middle-aged women send me messages. zippers make a racket in the tumble dryer.
the infps ponder themselves; cast iron gets a rap;
another day between life and facebook;
another thing which teeters on the Heisenberg uncertainty principle.

so many things i cannot say
in fact they define who i am
once again measuring me
in quantum 1s and 0s.











montreal, april 2
it's like wrapping your head around the Heisenberg uncertainty principle
either you are well: or you are unwell:
if you are unwell, then i consider myself part of the solution.
if you are well, then i am free to call our your unacceptable behavior.
i love the part of you which is well and the part of you which is unwell.

...
which just might make you insane.