walk with jesus
walk with jesus
through life
through brooklyn
with tangled computer eyes
i (don't) do my job
& feel signs of aging
locking my feet
in sloth motion
there is a moss fountain
inside my blood stream
flowing slower than any
thing there is
mccarran pool
pink floyd stops
paints a picture of earthworms
in the earth
in dirt
the whole entire city smiles
because it knows
how to trick my eyes
inside any park
where creeks run dry
and porto ricans sing
eww, eww, eww
ahh, ahh, ahh
all feeling is minor
define the defendant
i feel bones
getting wavy
like rubber trees
with meat branches
my walls
my ceilings
there are no holes
not whispering
i fall down
my stairs
in eight stages
in twelve steps
when jim morrison
sings the blues
it feels like
someone’s missing
prepositional phrasing
fit me inside you
like a baby pinecone
and blow
like the goddess of wind
your red heels feel
like bubble wrap
and fit me perfectly
like pump nooses
my propellers spin
like amelia earhart
writing a different version
of history
now i feel triumphant
like tired antibodies
inside a person whose cancer
has gone into remission