you Are him.

What do you do

when you look inside you’re own house

and see a stranger.

He looks like you,

he has your clothes.

He’s in your house

but he runs his mouth.

Who does he think he is?

Intruding on your life.

Push him away,

but your only pushing yourself.

When did this happen?

When did you become him?


Blizzard

snow is literally money

falling from the sky.

all you have to do

is pick it up.


Cancer (oh no…)

What do you tell

a girl who’s twelve

when she asks you,

“what’s radiation?”

 


I’m Coming Home (for the good old boys, for the good old girls)

Marco’s back from paradise,

and he wasn’t even gone so long

Came crashing back through the stratosphere

when he realized where he belonged

They were wondering down on Earth

where the chap had gone,

why he wasn’t chilling in the parking lot

with the good old boys back home

He didn’t bother explaining where he’d been

with the hunger in his heart;

Said, “Hey guys it’s hard to keep afloat

when the world’s pullin you apart!”

They laughed and clowned and pulled his hair,

broke bottles in the Night

(nobody wants to go back home,

we’d all rather just stay outside.)

So the skyline kept us company

Until the morning came,

Then back to the union bosses in daytime,

where the hard reality reigns.

Marco’s back from paradise, and

he knows he did the right thing;

This world’s not done with him yet

He thought to himself

with a wolfish grin.


El-ahrairah (digger, listener, runner)

I beseech thee

to teach me,

O Prince

with a thousand Enemies,

to use my Animality,

to use my wits and my claws

to set myself

free


growing up

Walking back

down Railroad tracks

with backpacks

full of snacks

in late September,

the cicada drones

bleached elk bones

ice-cream cones

and times alone

made the most magical stories

of all.

 


is there anybody out there? (the Watcher on the Roof)

it’s 2 am again,

and I’m sitting alone on a cold suburban rooftop,

bare toes curled over shingles

thinking thoughts and shooting stars

and keeping silent vigil

Because what if Tonight

is the night?


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