short poems

You don't refuse to breathe do you


I find you on the center aisle of the corner Target
Holding the digital-watch that will make you happy forever



It's good to have a friend to help you past the monsters on the way


There's a reason why I called you
But I don't remember what it is



I'm a child again when I was really miserable


Burn the beds tomorrow
In the hugest pile
The carpets will hold us
Carefully in their tufts



I was in a loaf of bread shaped like a camera


There are many ways to warm the kitchen
When you pile the bodies in there

Adam Brown please remove the fat that has gathered around my abdomen because i'm hungry and wish to reuse that space for lemon-zingers

Adam Brown you're beautiful
Here's my switch-blade-knife
I want only for you to carve me slowly
Into the shape that's most pleasing
If I were a person
I'd choose the penguin-shape
Which is more human than we are
Adam Brown
If you carved me correctly
We could fry the excess
And love it carefully in chili-oil
Which is my favorite spice
For brains
Which we can eat substantially
At the Best-Western in Astoria
Where we can be famous finally
For eating each other on stage
There are places in America Adam
Where cannibalism's accepted
And where we can open the store
That eat's other stores
Where we can be impossibly huge
And love everything
That has become a part of us

Short Poems

NAKED ANTS


Tooth-brushing costume



THE BEAN-BAG CHAIR STARES AT ME ACCUSINGLY SO I HIDE MY EYEBALL


Nobody wants to eat me today so I go home



THE COOKBOOK MENACES ME FROM THE KITCHEN


I hang it from a tree as a warning to the others



EMAIL


The pile has a knife



DISOBEDIENCE


I will pee in the elevator probably tomorrow

*I wrote these poems in five minutes. It was a race.