inadvertant emualtions - emulations! of robert frost and ee cummings

#one

I'm throwing up in buckets
and nobody even notices
the smell of a man's distress.
I doesn't matter what anyone
tells me, my vomit never tasted
like candy
but it's not all about the taste
and it's not all about the vomit.

There are mice or bats or some creature
in my attic
and even though I've set traps
and called exterminators
they still have not left.
I may have to catch them myself.
I may have to lay the traps
and destroy their homes.

But the attic is dark and dreary, deep
and it will be easier for me to sleep
and leave the critters to their peace.
Just leave the critters to their peace.

#two

ashamed)
Rain.

Falls.

Down.
(and so i am

#three

Danielle.
Danielle.
Danielle:
my memories are haunting me.
goodnight.