L.S.D by Mohamed Kahouadji


I wanna show you I'm not quite dead yet
by Mark Noonan

I am a kernel about to pop,
and you're missing it -
it drives me crazy when you miss things like that,
because it only happens now and then.

I'm looking at the ceiling again
and thinking about you at the pool table,
moving all with strength
but playing terribly, with charity.

I'm a pool table. I see you in the sink.

You are so small these days that I worry.

You said I was a dead ringer
for a young E. Schroedinger

and I saw you in the mirror on Monday;
a dot, a dot.

On Tuesday, I saw you not.