wrapped in cotton shrouds
and lake ripples

i looked for that man
a detonator

up five steps
a bottle of petrol
an orchestra of people

where are you? i thought
of nothing else

the red button
a faint tap
keeps playing a morse beat

I fumbled in the night
through the kitchen

thought about
Them

They still don't get it
Each call is an eyeroll

Swimming swimming
through the kitchen
floor, cluttered with receipts,
shoes, a rug.

They whisper a return
a neverland
a never there

twitter
twitter twitter
a parakeet in place

echoes in
a forgotten
crowd

did i tell you how

the little bird sang on

the way down to

the ground?



did i tell you where

the little bird met

the sound of

"thud"?



did i tell you what

happened after

the little bird lay

quiet and

still breathing?



yes. i

still am.

I gave birth to an egg

It cracked on the way out



The pavement is lined

with hunger.

The mighty

is risen.



I gather her up

and wipe her tears.



No horses, no men,

no snakes, no dust,

no king, no queen

come to see me roll away.

there's no sentiment
to express

there's no sense
without utility

there's no point
to feel

convenient emptiness

thanks for nothing

we watch

fluffy clouds
blue black gray

a reflective inferno
fades away