Leslie Kleinberg
lkleinberg@hotmail.com

12 AM August 24

couldn't live up to her
self that was me / sounding somewhat schizoid
cleaning out the closet doing patch work
she's some one what foreign    said a leader
strange removal of the
goals from her throat
teacher was being a beam, a pulley,
a locomotor    but no one caught
the pullaway
distinct individual
welcome to the class of
the elite. I run on fortitude and
pulling out my spine
tripped up on a tongue twister
Putting so much effort to
deny my own achieval, over,
aching arches can only go forward.
Glad this is gone.
 

12 PM August 24

We now have a home!
I have rung up the landlord;
He gave me the news.

So how will we furnish it?
And who will get the bedroom?

A small home for two,
But bright. Bay windows, hardwood,
A nook for dining.
 

Tour Around the Old House

Tiny temple, incense hat
Prison of the fish ward.
Rear back-up truck beep.
Toxic exhaust in brother's bedroom.
Canister, turquoise chair.
Fluid sweep of morbidly hanging blinds.
Pale emulsion. Fuschia wool over the
chairs eyes wicker
What catches your mirror.
New placemat, urn.
Maladjustment of silverware.
Starburst fruit chew, banana,
Ceramic ode of filial clasp so prior.
Vegan burger versus the great carnivore,
Unhealthy, pitied.
Morello cherry preserve. Focus on the
kitchen cause what's been cookin up
Is toxic. chlorine on ammonia.
Crate of bud light, burly can-crusher,
oh please come to your senses.