standing onone leg inthe middleof traffic isa good wayto test yourmortalityespeciallyif you alsoneed to pee

if you’ve readthis note thenyou know therest so getto it—whatthe hell areyou waiting for?

I have takenthe road lesstraveled & I’vegot to tell youit’s the exactsame damn roadas the busy oneexcept with fewerassholes behind thewheel & more billboards& rest stops so makesure to bring plentyof cash for snacks

hey, thelast letterof thelast wordof thelast sentenceof thelast paragraphof thelast pageof thelast bookof thelast librarywould liketo saygoodbyebut alasthe endis nigh

like the flyat thewindowdoes notunderstandfree passageis a gift &not a givenwe beat ourwings againstthe other’swords awaitingatmosphericchange

the black dog settles on my chest;my heart thrums a gallows beatthrough open windowed dark—stars look away with each breathtrees exhale in moon-rushed exultation(if there is sleep, let sleep come;if there is dream, let dream overwash;if there is silence, let silence breakagainst the wall […]

dancing but fallingfluid muscle memoryacross time & spacemoving but failingflailing we glidethrough each daya hundred thousandmisdirections ofleft feet firmin unbelief stridingsomewhere self-assured but wonderingthe worth of movementaround a sun steadilydimming despite ourhallelujahs & hosannahs