what to make of fuel
when it insists
is the only real thing
you need to ask yourself
today

if you’re wondering
how time will mark you
look:

against the welcoming soil
are indicators

the news comes in code
through stickers on the lightposts
and the callboxes that hang on their waists
now, comes the sixth estate

every slapped palm
on the back of a stop sign
riles up the collective mind

between flap of the butterfly’s wings
and the sky
i simmer

inside
i took too long
now my eyes won’t stop

out here
today is a promise
i can see

all words are invented
all quotes are out of context
all perspectives have their mirror
all corrections their error

and my big thing today:
to flatten the path that cuts across the hill
the drizzle brings a softer soil
the excitement stirs its endless water
and four tight circuits later
a triumph, quartered

it costs what it costs,
so what? a loss is a loss,
a gain a gain.
the nastiest memories line
the sturdiest frames

and vicious and lovely
is vicious the same

a trick that i play on my mind:
it’s morning, i’m alive
i fall for it every time
they warned us about it
but i don’t care
i still like to keep it nearby

i shelve my peak
and sliver the day
that won’t be a day
onto a plate and
off to the side