POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
I tap at the alphabet while a single deer
taps at the dirt beyond the brush
on the far side of the tree line.
It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
the strands of your hair on the bathroom tiles aren’t sketching defeat. that’s you spitting disease in the face with another day you’ve woken up to.
Should have found a job by now; should have slept in the night;
should have boiled old coffee before noon.
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
Any still figure at mid-late evening, when the long shadows make even crumbs appear arranged like furniture.
Part of being a good sad person
is always painting the shadows
in the right direction and knowing
what sorrow to art with.
Try not to see your own predicament in every fucking thing.
You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
I buy too much, for someone of my stature.
could pawn a skinny metaphor to purchase a plump skin.
its reputed in our lineage— to daydream a life that shreds our pockets.
