Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

I thought for sure I was dejected… but in slipped a delusion of grandeur, victory— I garnered admiration,

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

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

In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.

I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

III Too late to call vagrancy a fad, an experiment. I am too old and still at it. But it isn’t like I am separate

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,