A secret place.
     A sluice
or something.
 We still have
our seatbelts on,
I can’t believe
 this is happening.
   Those eyes, those eyes. We get drunk
and conform to views
      of how a pep rally
should be. It should be
cherished, like a skeleton.
 Missing person with a group
              of fringe kids
                       is the sound       
                       of an angelic voice
                        in brackets.
                 Chaos is always under
                                  the influence
                  of exactly what
                               I’m looking for.
                                           Stop looking
                                                         at my autopsy
reports and
                                            put the body *Sirens*
               where you want it. *Sirens*
                            Wait—do you want
                                 this? *Sirens*
               *Sirens * Sirens*
                   Nobody can hear
                   Eugene Ionesco. He
                  was abducted,
                while walking home
                    from school. He wrote letters
                      and said, it’s nice but I dream
                        of baby monsters. I need to work
                                                on my opinions. Learn your lesson.
                                                                    Learn your lesson.
                                                           Please learn your lesson.
You don’t need friends
to have a conversation,
you’ve got enemies,
and the DMV.

Note: this poem is composed of mostly found language in the subtitles of two different episodes of Criminal Minds. One episode is mentioned in the title, the other I can’t remember.

frankie bb is a map of eyes that have yet to assemble into a crowd, a jaw bone that dislikes being called "mandible" and prefers "crescent catcher." A guilty harvester who believes milk is best served wild. Words in and forthcoming: No Contact Mag, The Lickety-Split, Club Plum Literary Journal, Maudlin House, The Landfill, X-R-A-Y Lit, bedfellows magazine, and B l u s h Lit