Author Archives: Zak

without judgment
the air enters
our lungs.

sure,
it’s dependent
on chemicals.

laziness
isn’t real.

it has to be
perfect.

repetition creeps in
like a plague.

when the glass-fronted stores
were no longer
fronted by glass,
the glass now again sand,
the sand pushed and
shuffled into piles,
the people without homes
made castles on sidewalks.

we’ve forgotten
the complicated details,

it isn’t that it’s
coming apart

to honor your mother
you vacuum
the carpet.
you wipe the surface
clean of debris.

brick by brick by brick.

the glass,
too heavy.

we wake early
with the sun.

it is an honor
to see the sea.

Capitalism quieted,

a gentle
and faded
obscurity.

the breath
is a swinging door.

before this
current iteration of
Human,
others lived.

in the foreground,
many people
do many things.

it isn’t a city
anymore.

the metal buildings
of the fish processing plants
are a pleasing shade
of blue.

in spite i sit inside
on a sunny day.

the spent oil tanks
eventually fill.

the window
is blown out.

are you a
reductionist?

a way to
attempt
to be
happy