You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,