which mean nothing
except that June progresses in a way
making sense to those who tarry.
The fall of empires –
I am not as reckless as I may seem.
More anchors than lost vessels. Yet
sometimes one needs a beer
to wish a father Happy Father's Day. I'm not waiting
anymore for what is not mine.
A silver lining rounding ginger sunsets
dissected into unrealistic hues.
me with him tonight but I turn
towards the dark
towards the empty side the bed
towards a piss poor imitation of free will
under enlightenment's regime. Sandra Gilbert
makes bread and leaves it on my table.
Leave me on the table. Me, hewn from oak trees
and sky and water returning.
In the distance chainsaws
sound like children crying. Takers with the power
to give. The power to change.
The power to give the power
to those who want to eat more
than their share.
Light, let there be you.
You, let there be me.
Me, let it pass.