hope you
had
a great weekend

hope you
are
ready
for next week

monday
today
tomorrow
anything
everything

words that make
poems
that’s
all there is

figured
you
would just go on
probably
make
a few movies

showing
us
all
the wonder
and  beauty

the everlasting ephemeral

at the end of
the day
you will not be
shakespeare
will not even be
charles
bukowski or
anne sexton

i know you are there

it all slows down
it just
never got easier

in
retrospect
just wish
i learned
to
play the
piano

be

a member of
the band

any band
that needed a
piano

the great echo
facing the nation
millions displaced
somewhere far away

and
my neighbor moved
her house exploded
drone footage
working 3 or 4 jobs

miss her because
she was always pleasant
and wrote

poems about sex
poems about love
death and infinite
nightmares about sex

our cities will be
safe
unless you are a female
poet with opinions

pull  on a string
watch a leg move
sits like a doll
on a stick

she died in a car
on a highway then
she lived
that
made an impression

i have tears
dried on paper
collected
in all my pockets

we love stuff
optomism and conviction
jewelry and lipstick
handbags filled with
doughnuts and lsd

after the conclusion
the cringe moment
captured on canvas
in real life

they look like they
eat each other for snacks

dinner is served
unwrap the plastic
season the hologram

dance to the music
make the appearance
frame the silence
a fresh breath kiss
laced with
the killing herb

got sick
got well
got hooked
on joy
and sorrow

a new year of
strength a reminder
of the horizon

eat some greens
maybe
eat a bug

i will
never see you again
i said
to the mirror