Category Archives: Poetry

there’s a dead bird floating
in the water next to my boat.

don’t go out
too hard,
too fast.

but the settlement
is brittle and
rigid,

some people
do not notice
when the shoe they are
wearing
squeaks

people
in variations of
the same clothing.

kind of a
jerking hobble,

and looked at
beautiful people
and fantasized yourself as
part of their lives.

i cower inside
my skin.

i contribute to the culture
by wanting.

look at people,
look at birds,
look at buildings.

we are supposed to
talk to each other.

half a year,
three quarters of
a year.

without
the water
the boat
is an unsteady option.

“i’ve seen your
ass but
not your mouth.
that’s normal now”

pointless shit like
being born in a land of
obscene opulence
and dullardly competitive menace.

to which can
also
be said

big ol’ four door diesel
park it right by the entrance,
as close as you can get it.

the dogs yell.
you yell.

the trick of it is,
there is no trick.

it’s laughter.
just go ahead and
laugh
with them.

wet and smeared
in light.

the humans
mark the passage
of time.

today,
when the darkness comes,
you let it come.

“i’m gonna get mine!”