there’s a need
to prove
I’m not
a robot,
but somehow
I always get
the captcha wrong.
this is the way
of things:
humanity proving itself
to an artificial
system.
this is our
search for
truth,
cxW7a
what does an
upper-case
X
look like?
I guess
we’re not
secure enough
to know.
-the kids
in the pool
putting Barbie
under,
and believing.
hell,
that’s how
I get
it done.
made a list
of all the
things
to do,
and now
I can finally
sit down
to procrastinate.
feels good
to be done
with all
that.
i’ve slept
just up the road
from him
3 or 4
nights
now.
he drives this old
SUV with a tent
on top and wears
a fluorescent yellow
coat
so as not to get hit by
birds and squirrels.
he looks
like an older guy
but i’ve never seen
his face.
he always looks
the other way
and so do i.
it’s a general
courtesy
not to look at each other
amongst the
pine trees.
the next morning
i wake up
and look over
to see nothing
but grass and birds.
no need
for a goodbye.
I guess
you
can’t think
all
the time.
let’s end
the poem
here.
the rain
hits the window
as if it were
angry
at my dryness
and I lay there
admiring its fury.
afternoon uncertainty
piles up in a chair
with two hands
and a mouth
waiting for beer.
the sun is up high
and barrels down heat
outside
while the birds dance
in happy sobriety.
but
there’s still a
river of shit
under million-dollar houses.
the kids spill
their ice cream.
the housewife complains
into the phone.
that’s about the sound
and look of it:
me,
and the chair
at 3:30
in the afternoon.
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the dog
barks
and i
feel
the same
way.
