SAID WAS
make demands
we are a match
half lit and well attached
i said “contain me”
around you
shimmer shimmer shimmy.
shimmy shimmy shimmer on.
ROAD TRIPS AND GETTING LOST
SOMEONE TOLD US THE MOON WAS FAKE.
SO YOU EMPTIED YOUR POCKETS FULL OF BUTTER
COLLECTIONS FROM DINERS AND COFFEE SHOPS.
SOUVENIRS OF SQUARES AND SALT
NOT WORTH A THING
COVERING THE FLOOR BY THE ASTRONAUTS.
WHO TOLD STORIES OF PLACES THEY’VE NEVER SEEN
WHO FLEW THROUGH A FAKE SPACE
AND LANDED ON MAKE BELIEVE.
i began to feel tired
i was a young boy once
but i don’t believe it.
you’re too old and wise to have grown to this
you had to be born 65. you are a nice thing
for awhile.
your plate’s filled with what you crave to eat
saying nothing
about how you’re tired
or understood.
listen to me bully
i don’t care to know what you’ve seen
your everglades love and ever lasting haze
make it up. i don’t care. just make it seem like it wasn’t me
TO THE GRANDFATHER I NEVER KNEW
songs about the cynics
they’re all in your head
yet still. your stories are ambitious
“well sure” you proclaim
“welcome to your youth
gaze around
enjoy falling out of beds into the arms of your friends
and sharing beers with the old man who isn’t afraid anymore”
you ask me where the time went?
and i just listen to you breath
i’ll just listen to you
we know you’re overrated
all that i see. an exchange with the floor
you’ve no legs at all
so transparent from the day i met you
stale in the plastic crumpled crippled crimped unused
sticking to the roofs of ocean waves
pulling from the roots of leftover graves
how many more blue sharks must i retrieve?
abolished. demolished.
frothy suds of something new.
