Don’t just say that you are sad
Even if you want to use big annoying words
Say you have been lying down in front of the chicken coop
Covered in feed corn,
And they have been pecking and shitting on you all week.
But don’t leave it there.
Tell why you are sad,
And don’t just say because he dumped me.
And don’t say he left you in a lurch.
Even if you want to say lurch.
Nobody wants to hear lurch. Nobody even likes lurches.
I mean look at that lurch
Over there crawling around on its belly.
Go away lurch nobody likes you.
So instead of he dumped me.
Say Sean and I had gone out to that diner that he knows I don’t like.
And he answered the text after I told him not to.
And he tried to hide the phone. But I saw who it was.
Cindy, that tramp.
So, I told Cindy that Sean had herpes.
And do you believe it, Sean dumped me for that.
And then go on
About the chickens
And all that.
Do you speak the rainbow?
Let its radiance slip between your teeth.
Falling over the rolling hills.
Falling into a clearing in the forest.
Falling on butterflies in the breeze.
Falling on a patch of golden flowers
At the foot of a dying tree.
Can you speak the rainbow
And let the colors fall on my ears?
Or do you speak of the rainbow.
And tell me in black and white.
And wash the floor of the fancy colors.
And burn down the woods.
And strip-mine the hills.
And leave a big smoking hole.
And chase away the butterflies.
Toss a hand full of feed corn
From the red coffee bucket.
Watch the chickens rush in.
The goats will come, too.
Chickens flap a little and cluck,
But they get along fine.
Toss them your leftover vegetables.
They like that, too.
Let them at it
Pecking away at your keyboard
Writing your next favorite poem.
Your kill on
A roofed woodpile that
Old pallets, scrap wood.
An angled flat roof
You covered in left over scraps of tile.
Your seasoned wood.
It had been her present to…
The last leaf falls.
Your present to
The sky and hills rose in the autumn of the Earth
Blue cold and yellow tinged haze
And a stinging in the eye
And the spit of years
The dead skin of a snake
The bark of the mulberry
Pressed against her breast.
Caressing warmth of skin.
Pillowing head in arms.
A mother comforting her child.
Understanding each other.
Held by love.
food on the table
roof over your head
work two shifts every night
dad on the weekend
out of jail and off drugs
you are too old
you are too broke
you are too dumb
you have no dreams
you have no thoughts
you have no words
you have no soul
Rearrange furniture in a blind man’s house.
Watch him tap-dance through the living room.
Watch him bloody his shin.
Watch him weep.
Watch him lost.
Watch him bleed.
Watch him dance.
of green and red
Paint the basest instinct of man
disconnect and forget
Exist to chase your goats
verdant coils and the stupid heart
Nailed to a wooden stake
to make people