Once you get on that train and unfurl
your technodrome of business
they’ll know that you’re serious
and not to fuck with you.
And what if they do?
Then they’ll see the truth
in the face of your majesty
wilt beyond the reflection
of a dimly lit interior.
Making assertions about space;
they say, “There isn’t enough.”
But, if they really believed in sharing
they wouldn’t be here in the first place.
Exhausted, they resign.
In the monitors’ glow, it all gets pinned to numbers;
while the reservoirs continue to lose capacity
to the sediment building against the dams.
A ruffling of possessions: The lapping of water against a shore ::
Their respiration: The breeze providing momentum
With the sun rising, the lights balance.
You ask yourself the same thing every time you see the city,
“Is this the best we can do?”
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Base Reality
“You’re so boring.” You’re so boring;
limitations of your space.
Try to do something that’s different,
but the same thing takes its place.
Dénouer
We got the asphalt sealed last weekend.
Mel likes the job done when it’s temperate.
One might say, “We create environments of change.” Another, perhaps, “It’s important to be a community.”
They’ve got dozens of tithes without influence placing bets on the circumference of their dreams.
I think maybe I’ll just drive away. Write: “I love you more than ______.”
in crayon next to a piece of lime.
But, I’m barely awake and these strings can’t open anything.
The curb that runs down Main Street shines bright in the sunset. You walk down the ‘Welcome’ mat and covet the pillow candy. Sitting in the corner booth we stare at the highway.
It’s almost endless until it changes.
When the sulphur lights start to flicker.
Their grass becoming wheat.
Uposatha
How rare it is to find each other,
surrounded by the bustle,
experiencing the rain together
as if it was a beach
in the middle of the summer.
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