i am ten feet
from my elementary school.

i am 28 years old.

For eternity

Jim and Fred.

tripping in a cemetary
having almost conversations
with ducks.

these ducks are somethin else
i tell you what.

all i have is water.
and here comes mr.iguana.

OH NO!!
ibis dont mind,
and i might be getting carried away by ants right now.

gotta go.

i sit and i wait
at the park of the dead
to remind my bones
to sit
and to rest.
but all i can do is stand
watching all the life
that surrounds me.

i feel like i should leave
before i mess anything up.

its like a beautiful fountain
all dried up.

your identity
is a community
that you share.