life on the planet
going outside
and
cut down a tree

cut into pieces
to heat the
house
to cook a
steak
rare
to boil a
chicken

his wife
said
“what should
we do
sit on the couch
be fat
and
safe”

fuck you

life on the planet
death in some far
away
galaxy

pass me some of that
fried
dough
will ya

just another
star
in the western
sky

death dreams
from the bedroom
in the bedroom
you lay

the window
framed the
night sky
while you waited
prayed
until god showed
up

hey and
what’s up
you are
coming with me
show me heaven

right here
from the window
framed

he was gone
drifted
into the fog

i was there
i heard him
say goodbye

it is eternal
it
re occurs

he left
butterflies
disguised as poems
and butterflies

are we
ready
does not matter
because
you are

fond of
denying
our own
atrocity

can’t believe
we
did that
plus
it’s
who fucking cares

well i do
because
i understand
the line
between
you and me and
right and wrong
and murder and
suicide
can not be
understood

in the moment

remember
how
you spoke to
me
how
i miss that
so much
more
everyday

find
comfort
in this place
you
showed me
in
the way you walked

it was perfect
and i knew it
it would last
it would close
it would end
it would be left
when
parts of you
were gone

created from mud
stayed dirty
tried
to wash it
off

did not work
did not want it to
needed more than soap

proud of the shit i
came from
proud so
here is why

kindness and your kiss

wow
i am fucking old
surprised
and you are not
still will be
enough soon

gambled and came here
with reason connected
deep rooted maybe
one of these trees

were you shocked
withdrawn from the place
you thought you knew
made you feel good
nightly

cucumbers and the green man
not much of anything else
that mattered
lap cats by the fire

said you
did not want to
leave

spoken heard nothing
fingers on the couch
touching as your body
panicked

then say goodbye
just
wanted to get drunk
and fuck people
do not
need you here
i have visitors
nowhere  now here

when you do not talk
you do not have
to say anything

you will return

sleep in the orange
room with the summer
sun
knowing so little
expecting so much
more

you will leave

you will come back and
sit
in the shadow
of the pine
inside the fire
needed
and safe

just want to dream
it could start now
anytime

she comes home
now
and then

a small cut
above
the right eye

you wouldn’t know
it
couldn’t tell

barely spoke
untrue
and consistently
elliptical

can
spit fire and
shoot
arrows with fire
spit

there were slaves
then some
people were slaves

humanity
justifies
shit becomes normal

today
and the new normal

where
slavery was abolished
replaced
abolished
almost never
abolished
just replaced

finding your master

free
like the air
nothing
here anymore
is
free
like the air