still talkin’ shit
i can hear it

what’s wrong
with being strange
writing
not writing
dreaming
lying
dying
carrying
a load so heavy
and
impossible
to put down

we will
take care of that
a team of movers
adept
agile
even good at
solving
the unsolvable

here’s your dad
carrying you
in his arms

we were
in the shed
unpacking photos

somehow
you had pictures
from
1697

“where did you get
those”

not sure
found them
in this box
and
that’s not
the strange part

here”s your dad
carrying you
in his arms

please
walk thru the
door
open the beer
drink it
from the can

lite a cigarette
have 2
drain the can

tell me ashtray
about love

accused
of not being
sensitive

looking for real
men women
anybody

drunk
singing hymns
kneeling
holy
for imagination

me and god
on a park bench
feeding pigeons

put
2
stupid men
in the same
room
make one a
dictator
the other one
president

expect
a great outcome

thanks,
the world

listened to you
and
i came
will follow your
directions now
heed advice given
taken nothing short
of miracles needed
daily
alleviate levitate
draw the map
show me where
we are drawn
together to circle
it home
will
be there by
morning and
everyday after
we will not
stop

they would eat
get full
and keep eating
greed
rapacious poverty
never enough
always full
always more to
eat

fearing contagion
how
you could drive
by
and i
would become
sick

just the thought
ignorant
in a car seat
determined
to go nowhere

and you deserve life
deserve happiness
deserve the time spent
never being alone

vulgar
marginalized
whittled
into
the shape of a
nun
kneeling
fingering a rosary
singing
prayers to god

seen as prelude
a commercial
about a commercial
money
gets you a look

unless
you know how to
read

can not
run away
can
possibly walk
can
still get
somewhere
just
wanting to
be
more than
opaque