the foggy
thing wraps
tentacles
about your
feet & slithers
up to nuzzle
a knee & you
remember
the dentist
& stylist next
week & some
thing slides
around your
pelvis & you
shiver & say
not today but
do call again
sometime & for
weeks you feel
watched & forget
yet it waits

you carve out a life
breath by breath
minute by minute
the marble scales
falling from your eyes
scattering footside
& you glance down
& say look at what
I built as if you held
the chisel & knew
what surprises lurked
beneath the stone

all the vibes
have been vibed:
time to do the work

I’ve taken the shit
you left in the hall,
so much crap the curb
is full of you, your detritus
shining like aluminum foil
disguising dog turds,
an ex-lax doughnut
in an old office fridge
for the sweet prince
of the sales floor
who never learned
to dress rightly
for the part

2 + 2 = 4
childhood chalkboards
the car careens off cliff

scent of peppermint
faces pressed
against shop window

north wind swoops
snow piles linger, lean
in shack’s shadow

Northern Pacific tracks
covered in snow drifts:
breath clouds in air

I exist between breaths
the universe exhales:
bees flit between blossoms

we drank beers
& pissed on rocks
outside Barstow to
celebrate the future
anniversary of your
death but you left town
so we missed you &
pissed for nothing but
at least it was a good ride

your potential to do good
is proportional to your potential
to fuck shit up but who cares
about proportionality except
creatine freaks & doomsday
preppers & weak-willed
democrats in Congress too
worried about their base
to wrest power from fascists?