An elephant on my working-table
do you say impossible?
Use your imagination:
I'm referring to plastic toy-model!

You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.

Shall we celebrate
This union of half?
On one hand,
King’s audacious dream,
A beacon of hope for unity,
On the other, misplaced hate,
Tightly bound in fear’s cold grip.

Forced together,
In deafening discord
Of striking dissonance,
As oil insists on water.

even in the east
and in the west
light piled up in darkness

I look out and see
wolves and sheep
there is no difference

they can't keep it away
with fireworks
and breaking windows

immeasurably
in the distance
the little stars whisper

“please don't let us be seen?
In broad daylight.......”

sparks and shards of glass
do not become stars.

I suppose I yearn for transcendence
But what I get is daily life
Boredinary blues
The struggle and the strife

Called my dad tonight
Thank you for the money
Ben Shapiro is a racist
Steve Martin is funny

Called my son also
Just trying to touch base
Mystics in the mountains
Aliens in space?

                   Chase.

I miss you in the morning
Wonder what might have been
55 and falling
Barely even a friend

Reclining on my sofa
Drifting towards the end
My final breath

                   And then?

Hold everything lightly
then the letting so
doesn't hurt at all
and is very easy