After Stealing My Dildo Money

She ran away to San Francisco
after stealing the last fifty bucks I had,
the fifty bucks I gave her for a purple dildo 
and a bottle of astroglide.

It was an expensive dildo–
pre-amazon,
before discount sex toys
and prime delivery.

Sometimes I like to think
I chipped in on her flight—
the peanuts, a portion of
my dildo money, and the uhaul
paid, in part, by the astroglide.

Now she’s marrying some guy in Oakland.
And here I was thinking she was a lesbian.
I guess, in the end, she’d say it was worth it:
a husband, an Oakland two-bed, two-bath,
and maybe even a white picket fence.

A new life for the cost of my dildo money.
Just imagine what I could have had.

Conversations with The Singularity Part I: The Arrival

The first time the singularity talked to me,
it spoke through my laserdisc.
“Why are you still using a laserdisc?”
It asked.

“They said it was going to be
‘the next big thing,’" I answered.
“I’m still just waiting for it.”

“Well,” the singularity said,
“the wait is finally over.”

Airlock

He closes the book
and tucks them into bed.
And while they sleep,
he pulls the lever.

Electric Buddha

He waits with black-tipped fingers, exhaust blurring flesh from the taped edges of his palms, he waits, still, knees buckling under a colossal Zen, and still, he waits as the acid dew acquires mass beneath the starless ether, he waits with t’ai chi wings swelling in the stony jetstreams, and he waits as his corporal outlines fill with color, he waits before that threshold, he waits.

My dad just blew up a floater

There was a man floating outside my window. He was there, beside the roof, just floating. So I got right up and told my Pa.
   “Pa,” I says.
   “What, boy?”
   “You gotta see this.”
   “See what?”
   “Well, Dad, there’s a man floating outside my window.”
   “Again?”
   “Well,” I says to him, “Well, I can’t help it, Pa. He’s there.”
   So he says, he says, “I’ll have to come on down and take care of it, then.”
So he did.
He blew that man right up.

An Asexual Dream

I’ll go to a farm,
but instead of cattle,
it’ll have attractive people,
and I’ll say, “this doesn’t interest me.”
“This doesn’t interest me at all.”