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 ****
to choke.
he didn't.
my pyrex measuring cup
says patent pending
on the side of it.
what the **** are
they waiting for?
what
the ****
am i
waiting for?
life's no good when
you're comfortable.
happy or miserable,
if you're used to it,
you're ******
it's only living
just after the
globes been shook.
just before it all settles.