I am the garbage
and the piss that glazes it
The world does not lie flat
I was hesitant to tell u
Everything unnoticed; good,
weve already slept through
Passed punishments stick true
No basket no brain
Surviving on the minutest water
in the remotest lands,
“enlightened” speech
is just cool sand
IN THE QUEST FOR SOME HOME
TYROS LEAVE tHE hOME
TO FIND SOME Home
IN DUSTY CUBBY HOLES & THE LIKE
paintings invite you to cry with them
in the museum
sitting ensconced by the stoic walls
all white
and the various seething portals,
a sobering sterility is not so
for one who sees,
each row of eyelashes enmeshing,
like the way listless fingers link,
this very last time you’ll ever meet