if you want
to save the world
don’t start with
yellow jackets
because those
motherfuckers
need to die

I’ve taken stock
& now no one
can make soup

my tumblr
is a waste-
land of
unposts so
go ahead
& unfollow
it because
the goal
is to dis-
appear into
electrons
until pixels
double over
with the weight
of nothing &
collapse under
the theory of
mansplained
whitespace

all it takes is a bottle
of bourbon & every drunk
is a damned good poet
at least until the bottle
is dry & the tab is due
& then we’re just a bunch
of fucking hungover whiners
so if you want inspiration
go read a hallmark card
because writing that shit
sober is actual work

go ahead & waste
another sheet of
paper no one is
looking so you
might as well
scribble what you
need to scribble
just get it down
& out & on the
page & just look
at it there alive
on the page
dying in the light
but writhing with
this new found
freedom & if you
turn over the
page it stills
to silence like
a bird in a draped
cage but flip it
over again &
it starts mewing
& mewling & how
can you ignore it
so read it again
before you stick
it in a drawer
to smother in
slow decay until
you discover it
covered in loose
change & rubber
bands & dead
batteries &
whatever else you
want to forget
& give it a whisp
of breath before
realizing those
bastards were right
about distance
& time & rage

Q: when
is the way
not the way

A: a path untrod

Q: is a hand
unopened
a hand

A: unfold & see

Q: what price silence

A: ear. tongue, split hair

Q: how to heal
a brokenness

A: all is
as meant
to be

Q: whither joy

A: the bee knows
what the ant
forgets

Q: is this all

A: seek not
but find
on the way

Q: what is the way

A: a path untrod

omega said alpha
finally crossed the
line so now we can
all go home except
poor uroboros