i used to burn all my bridges
and let other people
regret it for me.

now I just let things slip away
like pennies in deep waters
and it's passionless
and it's dull.

i watched a
seagull catch a fish
out of chicago's river.

fish about
half the size of the bird,
   dancing head to beak.
    i stood on the bridge
and waited for the fuck
to choke.
he didn't.

my pyrex measuring cup
says patent pending
on the side of it.
what the fuck are
they waiting for?

what
the fuck
          am i
waiting for?

life's no good when
you're comfortable.
happy or miserable,
  if you're used to it,
          you're fucked.

it's only living
        just after the
globes been shook.
just before it all settles.