Lying tongue
We thought it was our inheritance
Chest of drawers packed with bribes
It goes from not being believed
To believing yourself a liar
And then it mutates into not caring
About truth
Every poet
Once believed
Searched, insisted.
The decadent dip ladles into fairyland
Thinking they owe nothing
Your debt
Is study.There are those who
Understand.
Had the trembling world placed in your hand
Or have you
Have you given up?
Swooned from the responsibility
Had failure to fight?
Ignored the holy riddle
That illumined wrong from right
Had faith in the adventure
Life pours out so abundantly?
So humbly?
Did you dash out the brains of infants
So longing to stay true
to your argument?
everybody knows
at times it's for me to remember
I have to be a catcher in the rye
perhaps
It's a lot like hunting flies
Hunting common sense
It's in there but that patience is essential like
your oxygen supply is essential
A Poem for Living
How unused we are to wipe our own asses
How immoral it feels, in fact
To get out the dustpan
And sweep.
The scoundrel, trickster
An adult woman witnessed
And now the child is saved
Stop being confused
Save the child
It was way worse than I thought
The Seventies, I break
Spend the rest of my life fishing slivers out of my vagina
Precious slivers, we have conversations.
If you are small enough, you can see the whole world.
I'm trying to see how little social media I can survive on.
If you miss me, just send good thoughts my way.
They've sold the house and are memorializing Dad next week.
I'm sure if you get in touch with my golden boy brother you can pay your respects.
If I get a chance, I'm going to sprinkle his ashes in the Seine.
They kicked me off of Facebook
But this is still a place
Though it's a lonely place.
I went to the Pride picnic.
It was fun.
