The sun shines like
a spoken wheel
—Robert Glück
In the movie
sad nipples die.
—Robert Glück
It’s Halloween
or the Night
Before Mariah Carey.
It’s time to get down,
but there’s exhaustion,
ongoing election dysfunction,
and work. I haven’t escaped
city limits for nearly a decade,
but I’ll be leaving the country
soon for a vacation in the
tropics, to meet my best
friend, to get married,
the great escape.
Unless they throw me
in the slammer for
unpaid back taxes.
What’s real? Turning
on the television or
having my bag full of
tomatoes kicked by an
innocent bystander,
which turns my park
into a blood-soaked
garden. I torch her
you. She torch her
me. We split the
dif & meet at the
equator just
to beat the hell
out of the heat.
