diaric, poetry

Nothins gonna touch us

when the belated gift is now arriving,
when you gotta float all calm-like in the highest altitude,
when even the dog bosses you around,
(yep, still float)
when authority falls down
(yep, still float)
and you look directly at the camera.
(yep, still float)
 
when you put on your shades and ask who cares? the sun’s going
to explode anyway



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diaric, poetry

My Prerogative (Ahab’s Derangement)

when it’s the psychopathy of society
or the classical descent
into madness by the sea.
when We’re Here.

when her teeth are finally ship-shape.
When researching the look of Ereshkigal for familiarity.

when the closer is so lame.

when you’re on the road to Boise—
named from the relief of woodlined water
for travelers, for trappers crossing
the Snake, the year I was born.


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