Maxwell Ames

mason jars are the best for drinking
water or orange juice
or rum and coca cola
...

With fear to part exquisite threads
weaver, requite stagnant days in loom
doom heady closure, mirrored in room
for within your work, worlds are read
...

I breath the wind
pulling to and from on the trees outside of my room
they look like bows, playing the taught strings of telephone wire
and the clouds scroll by like music on player pianos
...

I'm rickety and slow like
Electronic plate tectonics
Never have liked ebonics but 
I've been hooked on phonics 
...

I was feeling kind of low alors.....allez y

My buddy lion told me even when I feel like I'm falling
life lines are shot like le foudre but there always remains a calling
...

I'm in the relationship of [my] life.
What does she want? No one ever knows.
Well what do you want from this relationship with her?
I want a future with her, I could stay with her forever,
...

Do you think I noticed the duration of six months felt like yesterday,
but that the last month felt like a year, a week ago. Do you think
I noticed warmth and deprevaty coming into me at once, a weekend
that felt like a month's vacation after I left home. I didn't.
...

we are as a bundle of chords on the floor, each decision we make
is the hand that plucks us and plugs us into what we do.

through the myriad of decisions we make each day,
...

I woke up today at 9 am to my roomate
knocking at the front door. He had to drive his girlfriend
a few blocks to school and forgot his keys inside.
He apologized a few times and I crawled back into
...

margaret had two best friends
one was real, the other pretend
no one could hear what the other friend said
so she shoved a microphone into her head
...

you can't feel sorry and wallow in waters of misery
because you lacked a linear view of what would transpire
you stood in the center of everything so hard
that you'll be ok.
...

I breath the wind
pulling to and from on the trees outside of my room
they look like bows, playing the taught strings of telephone wire
and the clouds scroll by like music on player pianos
...

water's draping itself down the front of a window pane in winter, sounds like a full bucket taking drunken swings at the glass, with its solid transparency, known to have an extremely low viscosity the surface for the liquid to embrace against like a parisian woman standing in the metro stall;

a man sleeping, smiling, doing the silent slow struggle of blanket and bed, stuck between him the sheets. he's smiling and crying in his sleep. the window shudders under the affection of the thunder and the frame rattling. Incessantly buzzing, the sound waves and wind blown ones of mist make the small bedroom vibrate like a rubber band orchestra, and the man stretches on break between the sandwich-like repose of the mattress, and slinks into a parabola in the twisted cloth.
...

Questions are ineffective at bringing answers, more questions.
Answers end conversations. So how is the balance established
in conversations between two people?
Is this balanced established between two people?
...

I can't remember the last time a chemical wasn't in my body,
because the only way I can get through a day with grotesque distractions is
to pull these actions from my brain
...

...

Where am I going to go when I get out of my room, and who am I going to see on the street,

the people just walk bye, and sometimes I catch an eye, so what is happening in my bedroom?
...