but the settlement
is brittle and
rigid,
Category Archives: Poetry
this must be a reissue, because i know it came out decades ago
some people
do not notice
when the shoe they are
wearing
squeaks
down commercial to east broadway and then west
people
in variations of
the same clothing.
teeth brushing with no paste nor powder
kind of a
jerking hobble,
venables and commercial with broken clouds
and looked at
beautiful people
and fantasized yourself as
part of their lives.
coping mechanism as distraction and vice versa
i cower inside
my skin.
on the back corner next to a coffee shop where no one knows we are
i contribute to the culture
by wanting.
denman and pendrell having just broken fast
look at people,
look at birds,
look at buildings.
i am indoors but the air smells of rosemary and sage
we are supposed to
talk to each other.
you ask if they have something sweet and they shake their head and blink painted blue eyes and say no
half a year,
three quarters of
a year.
floating while tied
without
the water
the boat
is an unsteady option.
understanding comes in midsentence
“i’ve seen your
ass but
not your mouth.
that’s normal now”
it was canada and then usa and now canada again but soon again usa
pointless shit like
being born in a land of
obscene opulence
and dullardly competitive menace.
a colony of gut bacteria demands glucose
to which can
also
be said
he was nervous about his health, was a bigoted vegetarian, and dosed himself with herb teas
big ol’ four door diesel
park it right by the entrance,
as close as you can get it.
of insects and mammals
the dogs yell.
you yell.
i think there’s something he wants to say but he doesn’t say it and i don’t ask
the trick of it is,
there is no trick.
well, yes, i remember all of you.
it’s laughter.
just go ahead and
laugh
with them.
we missed the opening band because we went west when we should have went east
wet and smeared
in light.
the entirety of the vessel is held by one line
the humans
mark the passage
of time.
the obsessions of youth
today,
when the darkness comes,
you let it come.
a bigot in a bank parking lot
“i’m gonna get mine!”
we always look fresh
thousands
and thousands
of tiny holes.
a body in space
it feels good
to move through space.
i have not held a hand now for years
this is why
people
join gangs.