Talking to yourself
is really just
practicing all the cool shit
you might say to someone else
wouldn’t waste on anyone else.
Either way, you know?
THE STARS LOOKING DOWN AT THE CEMETERY
The stars looking down at the cemetery say
thanks for tucking in their stunt-doubles
but they’ve already escaped to the sky.
Like attendants in a dark
the spectacle of which is me & you,
& infinite other things
that don’t really need to happen
The cartoon continues.
A WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING WITH THE HEART OF A LAMB THAT’S HOLDING A BOMB
Cut your heart out
if it gets too big.
& shrink it down
in dark rooms.
Most arguments can be ended with,
‘What do you want from me.’
So can most days.
I like to think about the pile of dirt,
towards which we walk,
when something stupid is bothering me.
On the way,
but not done yet.