A day like flight
Effortless errands
Each second with purpose
Need to declare
Survival
Waking in the
Inner circle
Destroying progress
With progress
Sewing threads
Between belief
Legs that hold
We tell each other stories
Flipping in our sleeping bags
Lighting up our hooks
We work for
Scare things
Scare yourself
Be more than angry
Be more than cool
Span time
With mixed company
That are the
Thoughts in your head
Spill your guts
On the battlefield
A balloon
filled with water
Wave at strangers
Let them know
you’re okay
Constantly pulling
The covers up.
Wave at strangers
Let them know
They’re okay
I love you for what you say.
for what you do.
Your limited revisions.
All the beautiful
tears
A sack of warm
Entrails
Sliding to
the butcher’s Table
A frozen bag of peas
I rush to the medicine chest
For you
though we know
There’s nothing
there will help
Learning the grooves
If each record
Each new morning
Dig bark
Bird song
You might just make it after all.
You just might make it after all.
You might make just after it all.
You all just might make it after.
You make it just after all might.
You after all just might make it.
You make might just after it all.
You just might all make it after.
You all might just make it after.
You after all might just make it.
Strike it from your mind
Burn it out with cold
Fire keeps us safe from
The animals
Fire in the house
Makes warmth and smoke.
Suicidal hearth
Stop worshiping the paper
Stop burning down the house.
Equality is irrelevant in space
Paygrounds and jungles
Squirrels do not cock their barrels
Guns are the power
Raking the backs of the powerless
Planting seeds in
The bloodless scars
Wrapping meat with
Hats and gloves
We listen
we smile
We feed the ducks
They swim away
Bellies full of our old bread.
More beautiful
On the horizon
We wasted so much time
Fearing the unknowable
Stare into the eyes
See what will take you places
Crave new voices
Face the monsters
responsible For all the good music.
Hang out in the backstage
My paper shoes
are ripped
Feel the mud
Between my toes
Pointless are
The straps on my pack
empty buildings
heated and lit all night.
Hurting people I don’t know
It takes days to recover
From your visits.
I wear neon
To avoid
Being hit by cars.
In nature
Nothing is equal
Whistling helps fill
The empty space
The trains that fuel the trains
A safe place to jump
A warm place near
The tracks
I stand by this raging river
I happily kneel to her power
There is no boat
There is no bottle
Dip a toe
I’m a feather in a snow storm
I will be here
Before the flood
After
I will be here
Walking up and down
The stairs
Studying the rocks
Or not
I will watch the river flow
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