Wednesday, October 28, 2020

Fire the Poem



who can fire the poet, she says
but i'm quitting all the time
i wanted to retrace a cause, spool into time
this measure of what i determined a quantum fixt sound
to be soul to soul bound of karmic disasters or what 
is measured as in relation, i found myself wrong
about more than i was ever right

i'm exhausted by left hand margins 
& a departure from
how cute the use of line breaks
while people die of easily preventable 
things like hunger and poverty
how much longer in the charade of scarcity 
of resources and wealth is our requited participation 
 
we aren't taking care of one another, she said
the day we took MDMA and voted
i have a right to be a happy citizen 
given that our time here is infinite
why all the anxiety about right & wrong moves
we misremembered parting and departing 
a different set of codes
 
the night sky partially a drowning of dead light
but drawn as we are to a shining, we pretend
how many ghosts are inside us now
i mean inside this universe and well, of course
this climate of mean observations

 

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