(Better)
Tuesday:
day's innocuous
Look back
in ambivalence
It's great,
the rubber guillotine
Club card chives
for seasoned loyalty
One Coke
with ice and levity
Recipe
for fancy penury
Forget
to tip them heavily
And be assured
you ain't entertaining no one
Last chance
it's nice to have you here
Hope you
enjoyed obscurity
Didn't you say
you lost your dignity?
It's always in
the last place you're looking for it
Odds on
to shit the bed again
Ten to one -
surprised community
What's art:
interprebility?
Not a word
but that never slumped your shoulders
Nineteen
eighty twenty-three
Great year
for reading diaries
Thank God
you lack authority
Folks like us
belong in a flower garden
Eyes right
your future's waiting there
Looks like
no great variety
Stick it out
it ends explosively
It all gets worse
and that feeling's fascinating
Don't try
to live on your mistakes
Not a language
filled with fluency
Bird flu
from your parakeet
Next time
remember to wear a seedbill
Scotland:
not for everyone
Five years
I love you endlessly
February:
it's cold, it's dark
It rains, it pours,
you die,
and then you see:
The Sun
The Sun
Hold on,
hold on,
Hold on
until you see the
Sun
The Sun
I never
knew
The truth
until I saw your
Face
Your face
The light,
the truth,
The fire,
the madness in your
Eyes
Your eyes
The warmth,
the depth,
It felt
like looking at the
Sundown
departure imminent
Don't rush
we'll all be waiting here
You're home
I'd know you anywhere
It's not an
especially pressing matter
We'll see
what happens anyway
If not,
we'll take posterity
That's when
you finally know
You had - the chance -
to touch - the surface
Of the Sun
