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
the long version:
the things that happen in stairwells,
hearing music from a loft.
that party where EC found that money
and bought those winterboots.
the stairwells at the music building
each with their own pot smoking landing
all those times looking up
so many doors to open
it’s not a mature state of being. it’s very fearful,
the first few days after the molt. you can go back
in time for these. remember the passion which with you
would have defended your fresh skin at twenty
in basements, now a tall proud parent in basements no more
i’ve designed this slide with a special app
that makes it look old
all my ideas fell in manholes and
sprouted seedlings, grew, reproduced, i found
them five generations later and didn’t even
recognize them as mine.
july has given us rage
and compelled us to pause
and sit with it
i oblige, slow sips
and steady eyes
adopt a desperate
institution
save face
the cat walks confidently
away from her food
not looking for
changes
just biased eye misses.
everything ripples
if you look fast enough.
the tide
becomes
a pulse
a heartbeat
a blood flow
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
spilt
letting another typo decide the fate of the nation
Sunshine and Wind 