being: close

even though someone else having
experienced just this is impossible,
it’s hard to keep this knowledge
at the foreground of every moment

and every moment is only remembered
as a way to segment the whole

so memories are only photographs
but don’t let the fact that they’re not real
make them appear any less impressive

being: motion

see, these things can be useful.
so GO with it. be afraid but don’t write about it so much.
let yourself see it in the exhausted trees,
who cannot enjoy the moment
and know the end is coming soon …
they’re over the hump, cresting the solstice, etc.

they’d like some more water – maybe?
but their green has lots and lots of food

how thick are those trunks really

Election Day: pt. 4

the alienated wonder of what one is to do
when the clichés fit
and the profundity does not suffice

another chewed up pencil
another five minute nap in an office chair
another borrowed fax another fake hello
another greeting with stained teeth
another meeting more slides and more

each promising it it will be the immovable object
the thought is fixed and becomes truth
sadly this is not the case

young golf shirted white men
laugh and
the tweed jacket types (patches and all)
rub their chins as their girlfriends give any observers a
show with a worried look and an arm grab

as usual
it all hinges on the turnout

Election Day: pt. 3

and it’s only late evening here
but there’s always a spin from the other side
and a drunk yelling
always makes sense
to the ears of the room

it’s gonna be a close one
it’s going to take a while to figure out what we’ve said
what did we expect?
when we’ve fed the projections
and the polls
gone to the booths split
letting another typo decide the fate of the nation


Election Day: pt. 2

and i’ve left myself these dreams
and I waste one a night

it’s sweet background music for wasted plans
but they’ve taken a backseat
to dented cans
staring at me from the kitchen counter

what i’ve allowed myself
only what is required

they’re different versions
of different thoughts
the live one backspaced over

there’s always one more voice than I counted on

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