Modern Self-Esteem

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,

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what does an

upper-case

X

look like?

I guess

we’re not

secure enough

to know.

My Good Friend

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.  

melancholy U-turns

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.