Unexploded
walk asphalt veins
of sweltering, sedulous city
wonder if world was
created to actually do anything
wonder if you should join the herds
huddled in this-way-and-that hustle
Rocket
want to plaint in light that swims slowly
from manicured stacks of office windows
covering over the fact that the great light above
might actually be speeding up
wish to ask how to repeat, repeat, repeat this
galling handing over of life to less and less real
regret the triage of no time and what your putting everything off
when you had so much of it has caused
Syndrome
The Feelings Wheel Spiral
Why do they call a person a ‘party’?
Maybe a crowd would make sense, but then,
humans don’t jubilee together all that
naturally (anymore?).
They seem singularly bad
at even creating habitats for humans.
Maybe this will all be over soon.
I should not excuse myself with despair.
Too easy. I am not a cynic. I love the world.
That’s why I refuse to stop believing
that it should be saved. Or maybe that’s just
what I should want to say and what I actually want to say
is nothing anymore and just try
to get whatever I can for myself
before the whole damn thing sinks
into the same oblivion it
makes of so many people.
Would serve it right.
Then again, I am grateful
so much of every day
that I don’t get what I deserve.
Even if the future is so bright, as I was told,
because it’s the handbasket
already on fire
before it even reaches
hell.
Language Limits
Language Limits
tree is not a tree at least not inherentl
A and paralysis is just a cyst in words y
you can twist
indefinitely
so maybe
then a tree
is a tree but
only indif-
f n
e t
r l
e y
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