Category Archives: Poetry

later, i watch
a man
on a video
in Kenya
eat a hamburger.

pale blue
behind the soft gray

and
you want to
go to that
elsewhere.

measurements
are still
the same

all around me
the air
is freely given.

we bump
our bodies
up against each
other

it is said
an empty mind
is
a peaceful mind;

the big industry
of his state,
their disease
of money,
more than he could
withstand.

the ceaseless
uncertainty
makes art
of us.

the spray smells faintly
of garbage.

you share things that
you think
might be of
mutual interest.

we put dreams
into our skin.

and this is
an everlasting joy.

rain makes
small holes
in the land,
which we fall
into.

the only way
to get better
is
to let go.

a friend
in the wisened eyes
of their old wooden
house.

i could not
fathom to
eat the burrito,
but the
friend
did not mind.

she has a
severe haircut
and tends bar
on weekends.

a small house in an obscurity of woods

maybe
on a
wooden porch.
a
brownstone stoop.

i breathe in and
am caught by the sharp barbs
of his chemically-enhanced scent.

all of us,
an other
to someone
else.

the day
was gentle
and
i felt ok
about myself.

he says to me,
he says
“i have an
older brother
and we couldn’t be
any more different”.

were i
an artist
i could make
art of this,