It’s All Fair

there is

no normal,

so we’re all

fucked up anyway.

it’s any drunk’s guess

how lost the world is,

and the ones

in big mansions

don’t know any more

than the ones

sleeping in

a doorway.

the student

is as mortal

as the teacher,

the silence

is another song,

and tomorrow

is just another


to now.

Landing On Two Feet

i guess it
works out because
i don’t care
if i fall down.
whatever the task,
whatever the glory,
it’s being able
to eat shit
that allows you
to shine.
if you try,
if you grip the wheel
too hard
you crash the car.
it’s those
un-resisted movements
matching rhythm
without naming
yet somehow writing
a poem.