Can you walk
With the invisible guidance
Of atheist angels
On the narrowing path
To pastures beyond yellow hills?
Can you walk
With the invisible guidance
Of atheist angels
On the narrowing path
To pastures beyond yellow hills?
Two motorcyclists
Meet on either side
Of the double yellow
Two wheels cruising down
On a winding country afternoon.
Is it pretentious
To pretend about pretense
When pretense pretends
That there could be such a thing
As light unpretentious verse?
Why shouldn’t I care
About the things that I think
I think about things
When I could care about the things
I care to care about?
Your pain as diamond
In a world where even meaning
Has no meaning
Pointlessly shining into
The depths buried in your mind.
Squares of fish laid out
On shredded radish like presents
On a white plate
The transient art of sashimi
And a glass of sake.
She doesn’t love me
Probably never has
Sits up nights in the dark
Headphones volumed up
Burying herself in vampire fantasy
Flashing on the phone screen
Children watching her sleep
Like dead in motherless day
They love her
Probably they do
At least they claim to
But how would they know
Living in the motherless day
Having only heard her snores
Like a gasping for breath
With a stake through the heart
Washing machines, windshield
Wipers, and the sounding
Of a pallet jack’s
Flat-spotted wheels being pulled
Over thick seamed concrete slabs.
The second game fighting
The cold morning in the gym
And fighting the urge
To intervene between my son
And the boy playing rough.
Little brown mouse trapped
On a glue strip screaming
And kicking in fear
Dying slowly because
A kill trap is not as humane.
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