Author Archives: Zak

in the morning
the shore birds float
near the shore.

the world isn’t interested
in our definitions
of “dependable”.

words like
“brutal”. words
like “innocent”.
words like “senseless”.

there isn’t really
some specific meaning
to life.

i tried to give another
support but
it was not felt as
support.

i was upset.

i save money
by keeping
the heat off.

homeland
is always
home
and always
equally foreign.

it’s humanely raised
meat,

it is
a painted door
i continually knock upon.

you don’t have to
believe
that when
it is
quiet
it is
because
it is
to be quiet.

we are supposed to
put a window
in the building
so
we put a window
in the building.

up
a thin tall pole —
like a tree
only
embarrassed,

boat, boat
is floating.
boat is not
sinking.

neither
alone
nor lonely.

a Steinway
on a simple stage.

we breathe in
belief.
we exhale
faith.

the first hour goes by
quickly.

we tap
on the glass.
we smile
when they serve us
our drinks.

if i get
ever from here,
i cannot imagine
coming back.

slight mountains
blend with milk
of sky.

the unfamiliar body
dazzles us.

a good morning
is nice
but it needn’t be
said to you
for it to
exist.

the kids are
still young
but they are
growing.

not built
to be
cynical,
no not built
to be
insecure.