he asked me in passing, “how are you today?”
i simply shook my head, and replied ‘it’s the same old city’
stopping abruptly, standing like the sun on a bay
the passerby offered as he said: “what’s so wrong with stability?”

walking through what seems to be mother nature and her personal agenda against me

she called me “john” - though that was never my name
i considered becoming corrective, and settled on being nothing

staring at a void in the storm, where clouds withdraw from all form
swelling a chest toward the moon, crowing “one of us will burn out soon”


from chatter. bluebird. artichoke, released July 16, 2016



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