Ah, but it’s like cat’s piss
this regret, weighing worse in the air
in some rooms than others
.
you are missed with a ferocity
that yet may crumple me
and then, no fucking meme of bitten lip passed over
move from memory to a place
where I can at least look at you
in my mind, where else
and recognize that I must thank you
.
rarely do I remember how
.
this is no sea of troubles
.
I ride life in a barque
partly of your design
these seas I lately conjure are
a hypothetical
My beloved heartsblood ideas
are ripe for satire and me
well I’m ready to be rendered
into literary cracklin’ baby
.
I have been watching the culture war
and I have sent my
smelliest rubber boots a wandering
here and there upon it
Rustled my jimmies and parsed
my arse to the stenosing bones
while dealing with blues &
unemployment, learning to breathe
with a cpap machine and fuck it
I did it anyway. That was the point.
The work often takes longer than we’d like.