I made this up

Chomps in the market no

I am sad because you are glowing / /// // //

Ooooh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh o you are beautiful now more than ever or

I am me now and that is why I am sad /

/ / . / ‘ /

I am overwhelmed I am I AM OVER IT WHILMA GET IT THE HELM

I HAVE MADE IT


UP I MADE IT ALL UP I AM PUKING / / / / / // / / /// ///////

A SAD SAD SAD SAD SAD SA SA SA SA SAD

LITTLE FUCK TIP /// / / / GIVE ME GIVE ME

NOTHING ON ICE PICK A TOUCH ON THE HAIR

ANYWHERE ???? FOLLICLE NICE I TAKE IT ANYTHING ///////////

///// HERE LIES WHALES AND THEY CAN’T BE

QUIET JUST

NOT THE PLACE \ \ THE WHALE

BECAUSE OF ITS MASS IT CAN

BE A BIG QUIET BIG BIG/


QUIET ITS REMARKABLE

REALLY HOW APPARENT IT IS THAT THE WHALE IS SAD

WHEN IT EATS WHEN IT CRIES

IT SPITS TO BREATHE \ v\ v\ / / \/ \ /\ \///\\ \///////// / / //// / ///


I mean think about it you have a bunch of things right

here and you pick them up and start running but you are TOO WOBBLY /

BECAUSE SOME THINGS ARE HEAVIER

YOU REMEMBER YOU

ARE HOLDING YOU ARE HAVE UPON TOUCH AND SO THEY ARE TOUCHED

KEPT IN THE CIGAR BOX and OTHER ‘ and OTHER

AND OTHER AND OTHER AND OTHER AND OTHER AND OTHER AND OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OTHER OT // /

/ / OVER


‘ /. . .


The one that is like this becomes something else

It is bad though we have a laugh about it / YOU GLOW

PERFECT CREAMING KEY LIME LIKE

A LANTERN I AM ON FIRE LIKE A FIRE

WE BOTH HAVE ELECTRICITY RIGHT NOW

POWER OUTAGE IN THE WOODS / / / / / / DO NOT

WORRY I HAVE NOT SLEPT SINCE

THEY REMOVED THE TREES FROM THE OCEAN

Bucket raison

EVERYTHING I DO IS

LIKE WHEN I MAKE THE WIND GO ROUND

LIKE WHEN I CREATE LOOK THE TREES

MORE

THINGS TO MAKE I LOOK AT A RECTANGLE

I MISS THE ANGLES

THAT I CANNOT SEE ANYMORE

//// /// \ / /\ \ / / / / / / // // . \ \ \ . , / / //

Every day I walk into the forest and search for a cherub.

We must be filled with bridge water.

Upset worlds wrap around the forest. with skin this dry

We must be filled with bridge water

Angelo Maneage is a book designer and poet. He lives in Cleveland, Ohio next to a strip mall. He’s the author of THE IMPROPER USE OF PLATES (Ghost City Press). Visit him at www.angelomaneagethewebsite.com.